Years went by and no one had even the slitest idea where Shane had gone to. There were a few leads here and there, but no concrete evidience. But then one day new evidience come up that lead authorities to a small town in Southern New Mexico. When they got there they asked the local authorities if they had seen a man by Shane's discription. The local cops began to look confused. Then one of them stood up and said, "I know a man by that discription, but he's out fishing with the sheriff right now."
It turned out that Shane, the escaped convict, had changed his name to John and had become best friends with the local sheriff. Every morning they went out and ate brakefast together, and they went fishing almost everyday. When asked why he did not try and stay as far away as possible from the law he simply replid, "Sometimes to best hidding place is right in front of the one looking."
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