A true story of the last man in North Carolina to be declared an "outlaw" and how he fled from a murder charge and gunned down a State Trooper as he ran. The two day manhunt was one of the most intense in the history of the highway patrol, covering 5 states and multiple agencies working together to bring this fugitive to justice.

"This is a true story of a younge [sic] man that worked so hard to become a member of the North Carolina Highway Patrol. Only 10 months after joining the patrol, he was shot 7 times and left for dead. The assailant who had committeed murder and other violent crimes was the last man to be declared an 'outlaw' in the state of North Carolina"--Page 4 of cover.

This a story of a North Carolina State Trooper shot 7 times while making a minor traffic stop. Trp. Stegall recovered to tell his story and has lectured to hundreds of officer in hopes to make them realize how easy and unexpected injury and death may occur.

Declared an outlaw in North Carolina in 1975 Gregory Hudson Jones alerts police in 5 states that sets off manhunt and the shooting of a state trooper 7 times. Jones planned an escape from 3 states away that surprised officials.

Detectives Bobby Olivares and Brent Olson work as partners for the Hawaiian Island Police Department. Dedicated to solving crimes, upholding the law, and saving citizens, these two find creative ways to make sure justice is served. Sometimes those solutions aren't always approved by the higher-ups, until the cases are cracked wide open and the public is safe again. Confronted with a murderer who preys on innocent young girls, the two men must use everything in their power to catch him. Just when they think the streets are safe again, they stumble onto a case bigger than either of them could ever imagine. With the Mexican Mafia and Middle Eastern terrorists threatening their lives and Hawaiian citizens, Olivares and Olson have to pull out all of the stops to right the wrongs, punish the bad guys, and restore justice... and get in a few gunfights along the way.

I jumped out of the car and pulled off my pager, threw it onto the ground, and stomped on it several times. I then pulled my 9MM Glock from my waistband and began to wave it around my head. I was ordered to drop the gun. Evidently I didn't point the gun at the officers because I was unable to unload it. I yelled, "SHOOT ME, KILL ME, LET ME DIE! I was then shot two times in the left leg. I dropped to one knee but would not go down. I once again stood up. Again the police shouted, "Drop the gun! Again I refused, waved the gun above my head, and screamed, "I want to die! Kill me!" I began waving the gun once again. It was at that point that both Baltimore County officers shot at me an additional eleven to thirteen times. In all, approximately fifteen rounds were fired at me. I hit the sidewalk. I remember voices, people tugging and pulling on me and most vividly I recall the overwhelming peace of mind that settled over me when my head hit the sidewalk. I can recall nuzzling the sidewalk as if hugging it and feeling as though the entire weight of the world and all my problems were lifting off of me. I didn't have to take care of anyone's problems anymore and I didn't have to care about my shortcomings and past actions. I was dying. It was a soft, serene, comfortable, warm, peaceful feeling. I can recall saying to myself as I lay there bleeding to death, you did good Danny, you did good. You're dying, now close your eyes and go to sleep, it's over. I couldn't move. I was in a state of serenity. That moment on the sidewalk at the corner of Eaton and Gough Sts. was the most comfortable, calm, relaxed, and fulfilling moment I had since I was a baby in my mother's arms. I was at peace with the world and myself; I felt no guilt, shame, embarrassment or regrets, for the first time since I was twenty years old. I was forty. I always felt as though death was a horrible experience. I had seen so much death I assumed it was horrible, painful, and unsettling. Not so. I was finally at ease.