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I had nearly frozen to death running through the bush most of the night with the mounties and their dogs close behind me. The few hours of rest I had were not nearly enough to recover from the exhaustion I felt. An hour previous I had boarded a bus under the mistaken belief it would carry me safely out of the area. We exited the bus for a lunch break at a small restaurant /gas station/motel in the middle of nowhere. I sat down with a drink after locating a table where I could view the entire room. Within minutes a Mountie, out of uniform, entered the restaurant. The sight of this cop sent my heart pounding. He got a coffee and sat in front of the bus driver. This undercover cop had no intentions of making a move inside the building, nor would it be when we returned to the bus. He had come in alone to get a good look at me and verify that I was on the bus. The cops had set up a roadblock, thinking it would be easier to surround a bus on the highway than to rush into a restaurant where things could get messy. He was informing the bus driver of their plans and giving him instructions. Once again, adrenaline flooded my body as my mind raced to plan an escape. They were determined not to let me slip through their fingers again. I was more determined to avoid spending my life in a prison cell. However, it was going to be very difficult to escape from their trap this time.

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The Story

I reconsidered the direction my life was taking when a judge said I was facing life in prison. Incestuous rape and the resulting childbirth caused my mother severe mental problems, leaving me with a childhood that was anything but normal. My family was the definition of dysfunctional. My memories of grade school were feelings of total rejection. I could not understand what made me so different from everyone else. The many drugs I turned to did nothing to improve my increasingly convoluted view of society. Neither did my friends in the motorcycle club. All I ever longed for was peace and a normal life. Living in a prison cell could not produce those results. I thought I could avoid prosecution by leaving the country, but they held the trial without me. The judge added federal charges to the conviction, and I became the fugitive that slipped through their fingers every time.

About the Author

If I could ask anything of my readers, it would be the following two things. I would be very thankful if you would include my family and myself in your prayers. Secondly, please join me in praying for the lost. I have never been motivated by money when sharing my testimony. My only desire is that God would continue to use it to touch hearts and bring many more into His kingdom.

In His service,

- Ken Burton

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