State Trooper Harry "The Kaiser" Weisse removed his tinted shades and wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. Though only March, the heat of summer seemed to have arrived early in Alabama, and Harry's thoughts drifted to enjoying a few cold beers with his buds while sitting on his porch, a Southern gentleman looking down on the white picket fence he had painted last summer. He smiled and thought about his pregnant wife and the sandwiches she had prepared for his lunch. Through the heat haze he thought he saw something across the other side of the Edmund Pettus Bridge, a dark cloud on the horizon.
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