A country melody came drifting out of the sqaud cars stereo as it bounced down a dirt road. Window was rolled down and out it was Jack's elbow. Window whipped around the cabin as the radio crackled. Far from the city among the pines he was alone in the country side. Tapping the roof as Johnny Cash serenaded him the police officer fixed his mirror on a even stretch of the road. Back here the roads were rather unpaved in fact most were gravel or dirt. Reaching across the console he punched up Google on his cars computer to show the route to the farm. It was unnecessary though as Jack had been down these roads a million times before. In fact he had grown up on the very farm he was heading to. An old ranch hand turned a man of the law Jack Wallace was happy with his life.<br/><br/>As the wheels enter a stretch of road with a dense field of pines on either side the song made him daydream. Through the canopy of the trees the sun flashed over his rather square angular jaw. Though his hazel eyes were shielded by the large brown cowboy hat he wore, a badge decorating the front. The uniform that clothed his rather bulky frame consisted of a dirt brown dress shirt, tan slacks with a tan tie and a gold six point star. The star had the departments Latin motto and symbol on it. Along his right pectoral muscle was a gold name name that said "Wallace". His black polished combat boots pushed the pedal to the floor causing the car to shoot forward. It broke out of the clump of forest like a bat out of hell. It bounced violently over the pot holes but that made Jack let out a nice yell of happiness.<br/><br/>In the distance the white picket fence of his family farm came into view. Next the two story colonial house sat majestically on the hill that dominated the surrounded pastures and fields. As he let off on the gas Jack took the time to take in a site that has eluded him for years. This was the first time in ten years that the man had been back to the farm. Of course this time it was due to a disturbance on the farm but nonetheless as a warm feeling over took his muscles Jack knew he was home at last.  Slowing to a crawl Jack stopped the sqaud car in front of the driveways gate. The metal barrier kept out loose livestock for years and numerous repairs good be seen. Popping the door open the police officer got out into the intense sun. Jack's massive six foot two height towered over his car. Bending down he unhooked the transmitter from the dash,<br/><br/>"Car 21 to HQ" Leaning on the roof he stared at his families house from under the brim of his hat.<br/><br/>"Go ahead Car 21." The static reply was crackled by the distance to the city.<br/><br/>"I have arrived at the scene of the call, no sign of the occupants. Going to investigate, please advise."<br/><br/>"You are cleared Officer Wallace, be careful. Out." Then nothing came from the speakers. Groaning Jack leaned back into the car and replaced the mic. Reaching into the console he undid the Mossbergs restraints but left it there. Better safe then sorry. Hoisting his duty belt up Wallaces boots crunched up the gravel drive way.<br/><br/>"Ma! Pa!" He called out as he passed his dads old red pickup, looking inside revealed no keys or sign of activity. In fact his dads hunting rifle was still sitting in its rack. A bit more concerned he began to move up the flag stone path to the house.