It's late Thursday night. Mason "Peeker" Powell spends an evening with friends. On his way home, a deputy pulls him over on a rural road. The deputy gets out of his car. Powell, a bit drunk, does not. The deputy, halfway to Powell's car, his face hidden by the headlights, orders Powell to produce hisidentification. Powell slowly gets out of the car, spreads his hands, and bolts into the field nearby. He's brought up short by an electrified barbed...