HorseThief

First of all: who steals a horse? 

Before the twentieth century the answer to that question would've been: anyone willing to risk death by hanging. But today? 

No one, that's who. 

Then again, the crew Michelle ran around with definitely qualified as no one. 

They typically engaged in the kind of jagged-edged fuckery that could tear through a new pair of jeans. But this? Calling it an "escalation" seemed like an understatement. 

Say they managed to get the horse free. How would they get it to the dam? Sure, Jay had a shitbox pickup truck, but you can't just chuck a horse in the back of a truck, hoopty or not. It would have fallen out in half a mile. 

The truck did have a hitch though. And Michelle's dad had a solid trailer with plenty of tie-off points. 

When they arrived on top of the dam and backed the trailer as close to the edge as possible, they figured out the final problem. It took a ‘borrowed’ tractor and some lifting straps to get the horse onto the trailer in the first place, nearly breaking its legs in the process. They thought maybe they could just push it over the side and off the dam. But it weighed over a thousand pounds. The thing wouldn't budge. 

So, the gang stood back, and Jay maneuvered into position, gunning the shitbox and ramming into horse and trailer as fast as possible. 

He got lucky, really. Any faster and the horse's legs would have swept out from under it, leaving the body to slam down on the truck's cab and squash Jay into a gooey pile of flesh and bones. As it was, the impact destroyed the radiator and he nearly drove right off the dam. Michelle and the rest of the crew didn't notice. 

They watched, mesmerized as the statue of Seabiscuit plummeted through space, shattering into a million stone pieces on the valley floor. Neighbors heard the crew cheering from a quarter-mile away. 

That's how the cops got there so fast.