It was my first, and hopefully only, trip in the caged back of a siren-screaming squad car.
The Ouray Rescue Squad held an annual fund raising breakfast each Fourth of July, enabling the Deans to share an early meal of eggs, sausage, and fixings in the company of friends and neighbors.
It was only 7:20 when Dean entered the squad room but Rita Angeltoni was already glued to her keyboard as if she'd spent the night.
If Dean himself had been bound and gagged, it would have been the joke of the squad room for weeks to come.
Everyone lolled around the squad room, shirt collars and windows open, and neither providing much relief.
Dean moved behind a post, trying to get what little privacy the squad room and the length of his phone cord allowed.
A cheer went up from the squad room.
The sudden images of Jonny sending in a hit squad on Xander or blowing up his condo went through her mind.
He refused to put the vote of outlawry, uttered a few passionate words, cast off his official robes, declared the session at an end, and made his way out under protection of a squad of grenadiers.
A premature encounter with a squad of police alarmed the town and broke up their plans.
The defenders of the property (who included a squad of soldiers from the garrison at Pittsburg) killed two and wounded several of the attacking party, but they were finally forced to surrender, and General Neville's mansion and other buildings were burned to the ground.
An hour later a squad of soldiers arrived and Pierre with thirteen others was led to the Virgin's Field.