Our workdays start at 7 am. We go to the office and while Chris sweeps and mops the floors, I turn on the computers, fill the cash drawer and get set up for the office/store to open at 7:30. Craig, the owner, is usually there before we arrive and often the three of us will chat a bit before the day starts.
Recently the three of us were shooting the breeze about something when Craig said, "What are the police doing here?"
I didn't think too much of it because the police occasionally drive through the campground as part of their patrol.
However, this was no courtesy patrol. Craig took a couple steps outside and the officer met him there. We could hear the cop say, "Go inside, lock the doors and don't leave. There are people in the area with guns."
Chris paused in his mopping and we looked at each other. Should we take cover? Did he have to keep mopping?
Craig came inside and we locked the doors, though that hardly made me feel safe since there are large windows and a glass door at the office. We joked a bit about what might be going on, then Craig left out the back door. A few minutes later he came over the walkie talkie, "It's a hispanic couple, she's got red hair and he's got a .45."
Me, "Are they here?" (I thought he'd seen them.)
Craig: "I sure hope not." (Apparently he'd gotten the scoop from the cop who was going around the park telling people to get inside.
After a few minutes we just went on about our business. The police never did come back to give us the all clear andw we never heard if the people were caught.
It was a pretty exciting start to the day. Maybe we really are in the wild west.
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