I don't respond, I don't even look at them. Dad taught me to focus my rage and save it for when I need it, now in a sheriff's office with cuffs on is not the time.
"Hey kid I asked you a question," the deputy starts in again before turning to the female," I think we got a tough guy on our hands."
"Well this kid has a registered firearm and a concealed carry permit, full licensing to drive and a bank card. I'm running in the background now but we should get him some ice for his head. Whoever he started the fight with didn't let him up," the female says looking at me.
I am stood up a little forcefully by the male officer and note my two guards. White female in a brown deputy uniform and badge with blonde hair in a bun and a lean build, her partner is a white male who is well tanned in the same uniform and a cowboy hat to match it and he's well muscled. I get led to a cell and once put inside the deputy takes the cuffs off and closes the door after me. I move to the cot and sit down pulling my legs up and crossing them as I stare at the door directly across from me. A few minutes later the female deputy comes back and has an ice pack and a first aid kit with her.
"If you come over to the bars you can get this ice pack," the female deputy says, trying to be helpful.
I don't move, if it wasn't for her standing right at the door I wouldn't even be looking at her. She stands there expectantly and finally starts to get frustrated.
"Hey kid, I'm just trying to help you out here," the woman says again and finally turns to someone out of my sight," Jesus Burt do you think they brain damaged him when they threw him out?"
"I don't know but Nathanial said he'll be in to give a statement, after he sees the sheriff," the male deputy says to her," Apparently we got it all wrong but the kid had a gun so it's on us to bring him in."
"Yeah I guess but he didn't threaten anyone with it as far as I could tell," the female says finally walking away.
Small town justice, apprehend the outsider because he's causing the problem. I close my eyes and sit quietly. Save the rage, keep the fire warm, wait for your time. I must have been here for an hour or so when I heard an older male's voice calling to me.
"Hey son you going to talk to me or do I get the silent treatment too," the voice says as I open my eyes.
I look and see an older white man in normal clothes with a cowboy hat in hand and a badge on his shirt standing next to the owner of the restaurant where I was assaulted. I figure now is as good a time as any.
"I would like my phone call so that I may contact an attorney concerning my unlawful detainment," I state getting a shocked look from the Native but the Sheriff looks barely fazed.
"And how do you figure this is unlawful," He asks, gauging me.
"Instead of judging the scene your deputies cuffed and detained me without any statements, they saw my firearm and didn't try to gauge the situation. I was cuffed and being questioned while the assholes who did this to me were allowed to get farther away from the scene of the crime with my motorcycle. My paperwork for the firearm is in order, I did nothing wrong but I'm in a cell with no miranda being issued, just two deputies with a point to prove against someone in town but not from town," I state going down my list," Now I'd like my phone call so that I can get my attorney up here and proceed with formal charges."
"Son there will be no formal charges, you haven't been charged with anything and there is no need to turn a misunderstanding into a small war," the Sheriff says and I chuckle.
"Sir I know you don't really have any idea as to who I am so let me just say this, you have no idea what a war is like when it comes to me," I tell him firmly.
"If I may speak with the young man John," the native says and the sheriff nods leaving the front of the cell," I never got your name but mine is Nathaniel, you can call me Nate."
"No you didn't get my name," I state not interested in conversation.
"Son I'm trying to speak with you man to man," Nate says but I decide to chime in.
"Like when I'm being arrested for leaving your restaurant in a shitty mood because I'm not a local and don't deserve any respect before getting blindsided three on one and my bike get stolen and you and your employees who saw it are doing fuck all to help," I ask with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
"I spoke with Eddie, my bouncer and he apologized for not saying anything sooner. Also I apologize for what happened with your meal, anytime you want to come in next one is in the house," he tells me trying to make a peace offering," I know you are upset about what happened…"
"Just stop, it's quite clear you don't care for outsiders and new business so I'll just stick to fast food and I'll move my goods to a motel outside of town so that I'm not disturbing the local wildlife," I tell him as Sheriff John comes back.
"Son you don't need to do all that because of one bad altercation," the Sheriff says trying to placate me.
"Whatever Barney Fife, I'll just be here till I get my phone call and can get about my business and charges to be pressed," I state, closing my eyes.
I don't know if they left and frankly I couldn't care less. I fall asleep with my head upright and when I wake up I discover by the light that it's morning. I slowly open my eyes to see the female deputy opening the door.
"Connie, the sheriff said leave the boy be," I hear the male deputy yell.
I watch the female deputy as she opens the door and steps inside with a box of doughnuts and a cup of coffee. I stare at her like she just pissed on me till she finds her words.
"Hey I brought in doughnuts this morning and figured you could use one," Connie says, extending her hand with the box.
"Why," I ask, not moving.
"Well I figured you could use someone to talk to and since your file came back this morning and you're on the up and up as it were I was gonna drive you back to your room," she says still waiting for me to take a doughnut.
"Do you normally keep people in here overnight for no reason or is that just for non locals," I ask, getting a frustrated sigh.
"Listen Guy I'm just trying to help," she says and I look at her oddly because she used my name," I saw it on your file."
"Wonderful so am I free to go or do you need to keep me here for more bullshit," I ask, not happy and growing impatient.
"Sheriff wanted to hold you here till he got in so he could speak with you before letting you go," Connie says finally pulling the box away from me.