K9 Kept Barking at Hay Bales on Highway, Deputy Cut It Open and Turned Pale!

The silence of the afternoon was broken when a faded blue Ford pickup materialized from the horizon, pulling a flatbed trailer loaded with large, round hay bales. To a casual observer, it was a quintessentially rural sight—a farmer moving feed before the rains. But as the truck passed Miller’s position at exactly the speed limit, his eyes locked onto the tires. The rear sidewalls of the pickup were bulging, squashed under a weight that didn’t align with the golden, airy cargo of dried grass.

“Way too heavy, Duke,” Miller murmured, shifting into drive.

He trailed the truck for two miles, noting the driver’s rigid, mechanical discipline. The man refused to look at his mirrors, practicing the “ostrich effect”—the desperate hope that by ignoring the predator, he might remain invisible. When the truck’s rear tire finally clipped the white fog line, Miller had his probable cause. He activated his lights, and the blue Ford drifted onto the gravel shoulder, kicking up a shroud of dust.

As Miller approached the cab, the smell of acrid sweat and stale cigarettes wafted through the window. The driver, Stephen Kovich, was a man whose weathered face was a map of anxiety. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were the color of bone. He stammered through an explanation about delivering high-grade alfalfa to a ranch that Miller knew didn’t exist. When Kovich fumbled with his registration, his hands shaking with a violent tremor, Miller’s instincts screamed.

“Step out of the vehicle, Mr. Kovich,” Miller commanded.

He brought Duke out of the cruiser. The Malinois was a dual-purpos

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