American Outlaws: Bonnie & Clyde

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0:35 I cover it all just so long as it's kind of murdery. Welcome everybody. I'm your host, Zevan Odleberg, and this is kind of murdery. I gotta tell you, guys, I am excited today because we are kicking off Bonnie and Clyde. This story is bonkers. It's not just kind of murdery. It's very murdery, and it is whild. Kind of murdery starts right now. A man carried a yellow haired little boy about two years old through Roosevelt Park in San Antonio, Texas, the evening of August thirteenth, nineteen twenty eight.

1:18 He was an insignificant looking fellow, just five feet five inches tall and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. His cheeks were somewhat sunken, and his hair had not been trimmed in several weeks. He was so commonplace a figure that he escaped the notice of the dozens of men and women enjoying the cool night air on the park benches. But he did not escape the notice of Patrolman W. T. Mitchell. In fact, Patrolman Mitchell was so interested in the fellow that he dodged from tree to tree to observe him better.

1:46 He had seen the man with the baby tampering with motor cars. Although the man merely might be interested in automobiles, the officer was taking no chances. As Patrolman Mitchell watched, the fellow tried several door handles, they were locked. He attempted, unsuccessfully to turn on some ignition switches. Finally, after examining eight cars, he turned on the switch of a whippet roadster, placed the baby on the seat, climbed in, and started the motor. The officer rushed from his cover, shouting stop.

2:15 Wait. The surprised man leapt from the car and raced down the street. The baby wailed Daddy and began to cry. For several blocks, the fleeing man and the pursuing officer darted in and out of crowds on the sidewalks. Then the fugitive dodged into an alley, breathing hard. Patrolman Mitchell cornered his man in the garage, grasped him by the shirt collar, and dragged him into the dim light cast by a street lamp. The prisoner whimpered, fear was written in his chestnut eyes. He begged the officer to turn him loose.

2:45 Patrolman Mitchell had only contempt for the cowardly creature. He did not know that this terrified, petty thief would one day be known as one of the Bloody Barrows. When Patrolman Mitchell reached headquarters with Marvan Ivan later to be Buck Barrow, he learned that his captive already was known to Chief Owen W. Kilday. He had been in minor trouble at Dallas, his hometown, and was under suspended sentence of a year in jail for car theft at Wakahachie, Texas, a misdemeanor warrant charging attempted motor theft was filed against Barrow in County Court Number one.

3:20 He was released on bond on the date for his trial. He failed to appear. Several weeks later, he was found and placed in the county jail for some reason not revealed by the records. The case against him was dismissed January twenty third, nineteen twenty nine, but police began to watch him more closely. He had no apparent means of support, and soon rumors began to float through the underworld that buck Barrow was quote in right unquote with desperate criminals, that he was leaving petty crime for quote the big Time.

3:50 Police obtained evidence on October thirteenth, nineteen twenty nine, that there was something to the new underworld estimate of Barrow. Several men were surprised in an attempt to blow open the safe of a lumberyard at twenty five twenty one Florence Street in North Dallas. The cracksman escaped, but acting later on a tip, Detective Smith and Herron arrested buck Barrow and three other men for questioning. One of these men was Dan Black, a notorious yegg a yegg, by the way is old timey slang for a safecracker.

4:19 Another was Frank Claus, a former convict, and the third man was Buck's younger brother, Clyde Champion Barrow, the man who was to travel with him on an unbelievable trail of death and crime. Clyde Barrow, like his brother, had a previous police record and was the same sort of undersized, shifty eyed individual. Evidence to convict the group of the attempt on the lumberyard safe was lacking, but under a promise of no prosecution, Clyde made a confession implicating the gang in scores of safe robberies in Dallas, Houston, and other Texas cities.

4:50 Because of the bargain made to obtain Clyde's confession, the gang was freed. On October twenty seventh, nineteen twenty nine, a Chevrolet coup was stolen on the street at henryet To, Texas. The license number was sent to police officers all over the state. Three days later, a patrolman in Denton, Texas, saw a car bearing the license and carrying four men. He forced the card to the curb. In it were Buck and Clyde Barrow, Sidney Albert Moore of Waco, Texas, and Roger pug Mitchell of Dallas. Buck accepted responsibility for the theft, and on January fourteenth, nineteen thirty, began a four year sentence in the state prison at Huntsville as prisoner number six three zero five to one.

5:28 Several counties contended for the privilege of prosecuting Clyde Barrow. He was sent to Waco on March second, nineteen thirty, and there confessed to two burglaries and five motor thefts. He was sentenced to two years in prison on one charge, the others being held in abeyance. Buck Barrow seemed such a docile sort of prisoner that prison authorities did not feel it necessary to confine him closely. He belied that estimate of his character by walking away from the penitentiary on March eighth. Prison officials still were distributing posters offering a reward for the arrest of Buck.

5:59 When Clyde escaped from the Waco jail on March eleventh, nineteen thirty, with William Turner and Emory Abernaffy also prisoners, he forced his way past the guard. Nothing was learned about the fugitives for a week. Then three bandits robbed the station of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad at Middletown, Ohio, early in the afternoon of March eighteenth. While the police were searching for them, the same bandits entered a dry cleaning plant, robbed the manager, and ran into the street. Passing officers caught them as they emerged.

6:26 The outlaws admitted the hold ups to Roy W. Schofield, Chief of Police, but refused to divulge their identities. However, their fingerprints were checked and they were found to be Clyde Barrow, William Turner, and Emory Abernathy. When Clyde Barrow was returned to Waco on March twenty first, the six charges held in the bands were invoked, and on March twenty fourth, he was sentenced to two years on each count, making a total sentence of fourteen years that he faced when he entered the Huntsville prison on April twenty first.

6:53 Nineteen thirty months passed with no news of Buck Barrow. His name appeared in public print only only once, when his wife divorced him inside the prison. Meanwhile, Clyde spent several weeks in the hospital, he had been assigned to a task that required the use of an axe. He showed up one day with two toes of his right foot missing, he said, and the authorities accepted the explanation that it had been an accident. His fellow prisoners smiled grimly. They knew he had severed the toes deliberately to avoid work.

7:22 As time dragged on, officials despaired of ever returning Buckbarrow to a cell. Then, after almost two years, when hope of finding him was at its lowest, he walked into the penitentiary December twenty seventh, nineteen thirty one, and surrendered. Prison authorities were astounded and asked Buck what had led him to this action. A woman, he smiled. Shortly after I escaped, I met a girl down in the country. We fell for each other. Her name was Blanche Calledwell, and she was just a good, honest country girl who had lived most of her life on the farm.

7:52 The first of last July, we went to Idabell, Oklahoma and got a marriage license. We were married three days later at America, Oklahoma. Finally I told her all about myself. She begged me to come back here and serve my time, so we could live like other people. So here I am. Clyde was eligible for parole early in the new year, and since his record as a prisoner was clear, Governor R. S. Sterling acted favorably on his application. On February second, nineteen thirty two, Clyde returned to Dallas. Soon afterward, on the street, he met a small woman who attracted him.

8:23 He stared at her and she smiled at him. They spoke. After a moment's conversation, they walked down the street together, thus casually met one of the most heartless criminal pairs of modern times. From the date of this chance meeting, Clyde and the woman were often seen together, usually in speakeasies where the woman paid the bills. They were a couple that attracted attention. Clyde, with his small size, his weak chin, and his soft hazel eyes and wavy brown hair, seemed effeminine. In contrast, the woman liked to wear masculine clothes, her mouth was hard, her hair a striking yellow, and she habitually smoked big black cigars.

8:57 The police investigated her quietly. They learned that she worked as a waitress, and while she used her maiden name Bonnie Parker. She was the wife of a sober industrious man. The manager of Sim's Oil Company looked up from his desk in his opposite Dallas on March twenty fifth, nineteen thirty two, and into the muzzle of a semi automatic pistol. Quickly, the bandit emptied the victim's pockets and ransacked his safe. At police headquarters an hour later, the manager identified a picture of the bandit.

9:24 He was Clyde Barrow. Less than two months had passed since his parole. Detectives rushed to the usual haunts of Clyde Barrow. Others went to shadow Bonnie Parker, but Barrow was not found and Bonnie Parker had not been at work that day. A pickup order was issued for Barrow, and when Bonnie Parker failed to appear at work the next day, the order was amended to include her. Two bandits rushed to kr Bibven Night, operator of the Magnolia Service station at seven eighty nine South First Street in Lufkin, Texas, at two o'clock in the morning of April twenty fourth, nineteen thirty two.

9:56 Get your hat, one of the mortared. You're going out for a little air Bivin was robbed of twenty six dollars a thirty eight caliber revolver, and shoved into a Chrysler seventy coup that stood at the curb four blocks down the street. The bandits stopped at the Gulf Service Station, where they seized Herman Miller, night manager, after robbing him of nine dollars and a revolver. The car sped south out of town as its lights split the dense darkness. There was no hinge from the bandits as to what they intended to do with their captives.

10:23 Two miles outside of town, the hearts of the captives sank as the car stopped. Abruptly, they were ordered out. One of the bandits got out too. He faced his quaking victims and leveled his revolver. Then a faint smile played on his lips. You can go, he said. Bivin and Miller ran to town and notified R. C. Chancey, chief of Police, who at once organized a pursuit. At five o'clock that morning, Dan Richards, a railroad man, found the Chrysler at the east edge of town. It had been stolen earlier in the night from the home of W. B. Keane of Lufkin.

10:52 On the chance that the bandits might be from one of the larger cities, Chief Chauncey took Bivin and Miller to Dallas. There, from the thousands of photographs in the police Bureau of Identification, Bibvin picked pictures of Clyde Barrow and Frank Claus as his abductors. Miller, who had seen the outlaws only in the dark, was unable to make identification. The search for Barrow was intensified, but for six days no trace of him was found. John M. Butcher, sixty one years old, had been a businessman in Hillsboro, Texas for thirty five years.

11:21 For more than twenty years, his establishment was on the Courthouse Square of this town of eight thousand persons. At first he had only a jewelry store, but when bicycles became popular, he established a bicycle repair shop in conjunction. Then the motor car replaced the bicycle, and he added automobile accessories and a filling station. Then eight or nine years ago, a new north and south paved highway was constructed through Hillsborough. Mister Butcher saw an opportunity. He left his location on the square and built a two story structure of reinforced concrete on the new road north of the square and just inside the city limits.

11:54 No other building was near it. In front were the gasoline pumps. The first floor was devoted to an accessory business and the jewelry shop. A stairway led from the rear of the store to the second floor, where mister Butcher lived with his wife. Shortly after noon on Wednesday, April twenty seventh, nineteen thirty two, a car stopped in front of the store. At the wheel was a young woman whose striking yellow hair would have been noticed anywhere. The two young men with her got out and walked into the store.

12:19 Butcher walked forward to greet them. One carried a small package. He led the jeweler toward the rear of the establishment. We'd like to sell you some pocket knives. I've got plenty, Butcher replied, But I might buy him if the price is right. The package was unwrapped. While Butcher examined the knives, he noticed that the second man was walking around the store, carefully examining every corner of it. For the moment, Butcher felt a sense of uneasiness. Why was the fellow so curious However, the salesman of the pair seemed so anxious to sell the knives that the jeweler decided his own anxiety was baseless.

12:51 He turned his attention to the driving of the bargain. The man with the knives wanted more for them than Butcher was willing to pay. They contended over the price in such loud tones, and Missus Butcher went downstairs to see what was taking place. For several minutes, she listened with amusement to the good natured bickering, fixing the faces of the strange men firmly in her memory. Then, after her husband had obtained the knives at his price and the men had gone, she returned to her sewing. Three days passed, the knife episode was all but forgotten.

13:18 Saturday was a long day for mister and Missus Butcher, and they did not retire until nearly midnight. They were still awake when someone outside called Butcher's name. Appeals for aid from motorists stranded on the highway were not unusual at any hour. Butcher walked to the window and called down, cheerfully, what can I do for you? Will you sell me some guitar strings? Was the answer? A sense of danger, gripped Butcher. Why should a man want guitar strings at that hour? Soberly, he drew on his dressing gown and thrust a forty five caliber Colt pistol under the draw string of his pajamas.

13:49 His hand held ready on the butt of the weapon. He descended the stairs and opened the front door. A man stood there, smiling. Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, he apologized, but we were having a little party and I need some guitar strings. I hope you don't mind. Butcher breathe easier. His hand came away from the pistol. The fellow was one of the men who had sold the Jeweler of the Knives three days earlier. All right, we're back. Thank you so much for donating a little bit of your time to support the brands that support Kind of Murdery.

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16:33 And with that, let's get back into some ultraviolent romance, shall we. Wheels, barrows and Blood, The bad Lands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde returns now

16:50 appeals for aid from motorists stranded on the highway. We're not unusual at any hour. Butcher walked to the window and called down cheerfully. What can I do for you? Will you sell me some guitars? Was the answer. A sense of danger gripped Butcher. Why should a man want guitar strings at that hour? Soberly, he drew on his dressing gown and thrust a forty five caliber Colt pistol under the draw string of his pajamas. His hand held ready on the butt of the weapon, he descended the stairs and opened the front door.

17:17 A man stood there, smiling. Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, he apologized, but we were having a little party and I need some guitar strings. I hope you don't mind, Butcher breathed easier. His hand came away from the pistol. The fellow was one of the men who had sold the Jeweler of the Knives three days earlier. The proprietor led the way to the musical strings case at the rear of the store, near the safe. The customer made his selection with a care that marked him as an expert. While Butcher and his customer were busy at the back of the store, a second man walked into the front door and leaned against the counter.

17:47 The guitar strings were wrapped. Butcher and the purchaser walked toward the front, the man drawing out a billfold. As they went at the door, he handed Butcher a ten dollar bill. I'm sorry, it's the smallest I have. Well, I'll have to get some change, Butcher replied. The merchant went to the foot of the stairs and called to his wife, Mama, I have to get some change for a ten Will you come down and open the safe? Missus? Butcher hurriedly drew a garment over her night clothes and went downstairs.

18:11 She recognized the men and nodded to them as she whirled the dial and swung open the safe. A scream of horror escaped the woman as she turned around. Her husband's face was a mask of terror. The congenial customers had become snarling madmen. Ugly pistols flashed in their hands without a single word of warning. One of them sent a bullet through the heart of Butcher, who stiffened, clutched his chest, and fell dead at his wife's feet. The old fashioned gun, which he was given no opportunity to use, clattered on the floor.

18:37 A circle of blood spread on his dressing gown. As the grayness of death came to his face. Filled with a terrible despair, the woman whisked the weapon from the floor and swung it toward the bandits, but she was too slow. A pistol ground into her ribs, and a voice barked, put it on the counter, or you'll get the same thing. Knowing that these cold blooded killers would murder her unless she obeyed, Missus Butcher laid the weapon on the counter and sobbed hysterically. One of the bandits snatched up Butcher's pistol, then, coolly, stepping over the body of his victim, the desperado went to the safe and removed about forty dollars in money and twenty five hundred dollars worth of diamonds.

19:13 The slayers ran out the front door through the thick walls of the store. There came faintly to Missus Butcher. The roar of a speeding motor car with the nearest help blocks away. Missus Butcher knelt by the body of her husband, sobbing and praying. Realizing that she must do something, she fought to control her emotions. After a few minutes, she forced her way upstairs to the telephone and called sheriff J. W. Freeland of Hill County with deputy Sheriffs Robert Wilkinson and Kelly Rush. Sheriff Freeland rushed to the scene of the murder of his old friend.

19:41 Hastily he drew from the widow on account of the tragedy. Appalled by the savage outrage, the sheriff within a few minutes set in motion one of the greatest man hunts known to Texas. In towns fifty one hundred and two hundred miles away, officers were roused from their sleep and ordered to take up the search. City Marshal Elee Okis Heaton organized a posse in Hillsborough, and scores of men, eager to avenge the death of their respected townsmen, sped along the highways. So thoroughly was the hunt organized that it seemed impossible that the killers could escape.

20:11 Yet the hours dragged on with no trace of them. So aroused with Sheriff freelom that he asked the newspapers to publish an appeal for help. Over his signature, it was headed to all police officers, help me catch these brutal murderers and robbers. Governor Stirling ordered the famous Texas Rangers into the search and issued a proclamation offering a reward of two hundred and fifty dollars for the arrest of the slayers. Angry citizens gathered on corners and demanded action as the hours wore on and officers labored without sleep.

20:40 Then Sunday morning, it seemed the case had taken a favorable turn. Two men, known criminals who answered to the descriptions of the Butcher killers, were arrested in Fort Worth, Texas. Sheriff Freeland hurriedly brought them to Hillsborough, and missus Butcher agreed to view them. For only an instant did the sorrowing woman hesitate. They're not the men, she said. The disappointment made the officers more determined than ever. When a three o'clock bus rolled into Hillsborough Monday morning night, Marshal C. J. Smith and Ward Russell were waiting for it.

21:09 A small man stepped off and was immediately arrested. The officers hurried him to the office of Sheriff Freeland. Daylight came, the questioning of the man went on and on words spread that one of the killers was in custody. A crowd gathered outside the Sheriff's office Finally the sheriff emerged. The crowds swarmed around him. Excited questions were hurled from all sides. I am satisfied that the fellow has no connection, the sheriff said. No hint of the killer's identity had been received. At three o'clock Monday afternoon, when funeral services for Butcher were held at the First Baptist Church.

21:41 After the burial, Sheriff Freeland questioned missus Butcher more closely. He found every detail of the slaying etched deeply in her memory. She told of the knife episode and described the killers minutely. Both seemed to be about twenty two years old. But while one was extremely small, only about five foot seven inches tall, the other was about five foot eleven inches. She was positive she would be able to identify them anywhere under any circumstances. From other sources, Sheriff Freeland heard of a woman with brilliant yellow hair who had been seen in a town with two men.

22:10 Her description sounded familiar. Where had he seen it? The sheriff went to the office and was thumbing through posters advertising wanted criminals. Within a few minutes he found what he wanted. The woman fit the description of Bonnie Parker. The small man might be Clyde Barrow, But who could the second man be. Frank Claus had been with Barrow in the Lufkin robberies, could he have been in the Butcher killing two. The sheriff took pictures of Clyde Barrow and Clause to Missus Butcher. She studied them intently a moment.

22:38 Then she said that man was certainly one of them. The picture she held forward to the Sheriff was of Clyde Barrow. For the first time, one of the bloody Barrows was wanted for a killing. He was not the other one, Missus Butcher said, as she returned the picture of Clause. Quickly, Sheriff Freeland spread the news that Clyde Barrow had been identified as the murderer of Butcher. He asked police departments at San Antonio, Houston, Dallas, and Fort Worth to give him complete information concerning all past associates of the Merciless Desperado.

23:06 Pictures and descriptions began to arrive by the dozens, one by one. Missus Butcher examined them, but always her decision was the same, he is not the man. Then, when it seemed that the mystery of the identity of the second man could not be solved. A new lot of pictures was shown Missus Butcher. She picked one up from the group and exclaimed, here he is, here he is. She had selected a picture of Raymond Hamilton, a Dallas criminal who for several years had been associated with Clyde Barrow. The fevered search for Clyde Barrow, Hamilton, and Bonnie Parker went on, but months passed with only vague traces of them.

23:39 A series of filling station robberies occurred in the state. In many of them, the bandit car was driven by a woman. Officers believed the robberies were committed by Barrow and his companions, but there was no definite proof. Then there came an underworlled rumor that the Barrow gang had taken refuge in the hills about Nagadosh's, Texas, the birthplace of Clyde Gangland informants warned the police that Barrow would not be taken alive. They said he realized he was a marked man, and that he had collected a large supply of arms and ammunitions, and the gang had established a target range at its hideout where shooting was practiced regularly in preparation for the meeting with officers that was certain to come.

24:14 Sooner or later, a squad of Texas Rangers under Sergeant C. H. Plot swooped into the territory. They did not capture the gang, but they did find the target range marks had been improvised from wrapping paper. Dozens of empty shotgun, rifle and pistol cartridges indicated how seriously the practice had been taken. A few cigar butts that bore unmistakable traces of lipstick showed that Bonnie Parker was still with the gang. It seemed that the career of the Barrow gang would end in a bloody episode.

24:42 If so, the officers were ready, a more determined effort than ever was made to run the gang to the earth. It was not until August first, nineteen thirty two, that definite trace of the outlaws was found again. That day, a bandit entered the office of the new Hoff Packing Company at Dallas and robbed the Nuhoff brothers of several hundred dollars and some diamond rings. The New Hawks identified Clyde Barrow as the bandit, but the trail was lost almost as soon as it was found. While Dallas police alertly awaited a new outrage in that city, the locale of the man hunt shifted hundreds of miles.

25:13 A country dance was in progress at Stringtown near Atoka, Oklahoma, the night of Friday, August fifth, nineteen thirty two. Desiring no rowdyism, the management had requested Sheriff C. G. Maxwell of Atoka County to attend. He was present with under Sheriff Eugene C. Moore until eleven o'clock. Everything went smoothly. Shortly before that time, four men drove up in a car bearing a Texas license plate. They remained in the car several minutes, talking in low tones. Then they got out, walked to another car, and climbed in.

25:42 Let's see who they are, under Sheriff Moore said to his superior. The officers approached the group. Sheriff Maxwell saw one of the men tilt a whiskey bottle. Consider yourselves under arrest, he said. Flashes of flame spurted from the car. Four guns belch led. Without a chance to draw their weapons. The eye officers crumpled before the deadly hail. Under Sheriff Moore shot through the heart and head. Died where he fell. Sheriff Maxwell struck in the chest, side, arms and wrist, and the legs writhed on the ground.

26:11 Inside the dance hall, the sharp gunfires sounded above the music. The rhythm broke. Panic stricken, the dancers rushed out of the doors. Young women screamed and fainted at the sight of the bleeding officers. Their escorts, pale with anger and horror, were forced to stand by helplessly as the butchery went on, firing a last burst at the prone officers. The gangsters left into the car with the Texas license and sped away. Using his last strength, Sheriff Maxwell raised himself on an elbow, drew his revolver, and emptied it into the rear of the madly racing car.

26:43 The outlaw car swung crazily from side to side as it roared on quickly. The men at the dance snatched up the weapons of the fallen officers and organized a pursuit. Carlights shone like meteors as they swung in behind the fleeing desperadoes and dashed through the night at a speed so terrific that death lurked in every turn of the wheels. Suddenly, the murderer's car swung too near the edge of the road. For a moment, it poised on two wheels, then it crashed into a ditch and rolled over Cleave. Brady of Stringtown saw the crash.

27:10 He saw limping men crawl from the wreckage, and stopped to see if he could be of help. He found himself looking into the muzzles of revolvers. The outlaws forced him from his car and entering it themselves. They went on east at breakneck speed. Fifteen miles east of Stringtown, the left rear wheel flew from the car. The machine spun around in the road, sending up a cloud of dust. One gangster was thrown clear, but when the others piled out, he was able to continue the flight, running until they were out of breath, walking then running again.

27:36 The outlaws reached the farm home of John Redden. One of them rapped sharply on the door. We've had a wreck, a bad one. Reddin was told, can you help us get this injured man to a doctor. Reddin's son offered to help. Out of side of the farmhouse. A revolver jammed into his side, and he was ordered to drive east near Clayton, Oklahoma. Young Reddin was set free, and the bandit stole a car belonging to Frank Smith of Seminole. With Sheriff Maxwell near death. After an emergency operation in a McAllister Hospital district, Judge P. L. Gassaway appointed O. C. Elkins, a former under sheriff, to take charge of the sheriff's office temporarily.

28:10 Large posses scoured the countryside all night and the next day. Elkins called other peace officers in to aid him. C. A. Burns, Chief of the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation, O. P. Ray Assistant Chief of Operatives C. M. Reeber, and D. Arthur Wilson, and sheriffs from McAllister, Colgate, Antlers, and Durant all hurried to Atoka. They agreed that Maxwell and Moore probably had surprised some badly wanted men. The first step toward the solution of the crime would be identification of those men as quickly as possible.

28:38 They checked up on the motor car in which the killers had driven to the dance. It had been stolen Friday morning at Corsicana, Texas. While frantic search was being conducted for the car stolen at Clayton, word was received that a badly wounded man had been found in a tourist camp near the Red River Bridge south of Durant, Oklahoma. Officers sped to question him. The man was James Acker of Dinsborough, Texas, a former convict. He denied, however, that he had been wounded by Sheriff Maxwell. He insisted that he had never been near a Toka or String town and claimed he had been robbed of seven dollars by a bandit who shot him when he protested.

29:11 While not satisfied with the story, officers were unable to discredit it, and Acker was surrendered to Sherman Texas authorities, who held a warrant for him. Sunday afternoon, the car stolen by the killers at Clayton was found at Grandview, a little town near Dallas, Texas. Officers were amazed at the spectacular distance covered in the flight. The murderers had come from Texas and fled to Texas. That fact was considered significant. Gathering all available descriptions of the slayers, Elkins telegraphed them to numerous Texas cities, asking for pictures of men whom the descriptions might fit.

29:43 Two of the many photographs received were at once recognized by those who had seen the killers. Sheriff Maxwell, from his hospital bed, removed all doubt of the identifications. The men were Clyde Barrow and Raymond Hamilton. The true meaning had been read in the sinister target practice on the range near Nagadocius, Now wanted for two u Barrow and Hamilton dashed across hundreds of miles in a frantic effort to escape the gigantic net spread for them throughout the Southwest. Their evil luck held.

30:08 Six days later, and fifteen hundred miles away, they struck again shortly before noon Saturday, August fourteenth, nineteen thirty two. Deputy's SHAREFF Joe Johns was patrolling the streets of Carlsbad, New Mexico, a town in the southeast corner of the state, eighty miles west of the Texas line. A Ford V eight sedan passed him. He glimpsed the license number he had received a report earlier that a car bearing that number had been stolen. Speeding up, he drove alongside the car and forced it to the curb.

30:36 Two men were in the front seat. The rear seat was occupied by a woman with bright yellow hair. The deputy explained that he wanted to check the motor number. Drawing his revolver and watching the men from the corner of his eye, he raised the hood. He was astonished to hear the woman's voice say, pile in, hero, I'll blow you up. The shotgun pointed at him was held with a steady hand. The officer did not have a fighting chance to use his revolver. To resist meant certain death and no possible advantage.

31:05 Reluctantly, the officer got in the car and was whisked away. Witnesses reported the kidnapping to authorities. Deadly fear swept over the friends of John's as the abductors were described to them. There seemed to be no doubt that the luckless man had fallen into the hands of Barrow, Hamilton and Bonnie Parker. The mercy he could expect was small. Make sure your mind is in the mood for murder and follow me back to the early nineteen thirty smack dab in the middle of Bonnie and Clyde's reckless robbing rampage, its wheels, barrows and blood.

31:41 The bad Lands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde Park two. Swiftly, a thorough's search was instituted, but night came with no word from John's. Each passing hour lessened the chances of his escaping alive. Sunday morning, all hope for him was abandoned. Searchers went into the hills to find his body. Toward noon, the dreaded word came that a body had been found in an arroyo and identified by a chance acquaintance as that of John's. Sadly, the comrades of the slain deputy went to bring the body to town.

32:15 Reverently, they gathered about the still sheet covered figure. One of them exposed the face. There was exclamations of surprise. There had been a mistake. The body was not that of John's. Later it was identified as the body of a hitchhiker. Late Sunday, the missing deputy telephoned his home from San Antonio, Texas. He had been carried on a mad ride of more than one thousand miles. The bandits, who admitted they were the Barrow Gang, had disarmed him and set him free on a lonely road near San Antonio.

32:43 The endurance of the outlaws was remarkable, Even the long ride with John's did not exhaust them enough to force arrest. W. W. Pittman, Marshal of Wharton, Texas, received a long distance phone call about four o'clock in the afternoon of August fifteenth. The Marshal at Edna, Texas warned that a Ford V eight sedan stolen at Victoria had passed through Edna, apparently headed toward Wharton. Calling on Deputy Sheriff C. R. Sebreckt and F. F. Damon for help, Marshall Pittman rushed to the bridge over the Colorado River, which offered a strategic place to set a trap.

33:15 Seabrick was placed about three hundred yards from the bridge on the Edna side. Pittman and Damon were concealed at the other end. When the car was sighted, seebrick was to signal the others would block their end. The car would be trapped tensely. The officers waited. Then came the signal. A Ford coup carrying a man and a woman with yellow hair swept around the bend, followed by a sedan driven by a man. When the cars were well on the bridge, Damon and Pittman stepped out, riot guns in their hands.

33:42 Shotgun slugs sang around them. The cars spun in the wide roadway and rushed back towards seabric. Guns roared from both. The deputy bravely stood his ground and returned fire. On and on rushed the cars and the occupants, still shooting, just in time to escape being crushed under the wheels. The deputy stepped aside the car sped on, leaping into their car. The officers gave chase. After a mile and a half, they found the coop abandoned. The sedan had too long a lead they could not overtake it. Examining the coop, they found the revolver and holster taken from Deputy John's Fingerprints of Clyde Barrow were on the rearview mirror.

34:17 Within the next month, Barrow and Hamilton swept from one side of the state to the other. They were identified in the robbery of an inter urban station at Grand Prairie, Texas. An inter urban station, by the way, is an electric railway station between two towns. They twice robbed the bank at Cedar Hill and Underworld. Rumors said that Barrow and Hamilton split up after the bank robberies. Apparently that was true, because when next heard from Barrow and Bonnie Parker seemed to be working alone. A young man walked into the grocery store operated at Vaden and Wells Streets in Sherman, Texas by S. R. Little, a former city councilman, at about six forty on the evening of October eleventh, nineteen thirty two.

34:58 Homer Glaze, the clerk, and how Hall, the sixty seven year old butcher, were alone in the store preparing to close. The man, a small fellow, wore a swayed lumberjacket and a hat pulled low over his eyes. For a moment, he looked about uncertainly. Glaze, taking him for a newcomer in the neighborhood, walked forward, introduced himself and inquired the customer's name. The man merely grunted a response and ordered some bread and eggs. He stayed near Glaze while the clerk filled the order and handed him a dollar in payment.

35:26 The clerk opened the cash register to make change. Suddenly he felt hot breath on his neck and heard these whispered words, give me that money. A revolver jammed against his spine. The bandit's right hand reached into the register and extracted fifty dollars. Hall, from his place behind the meat counter, saw everything. Several years before, when he operated a store of his own, he had faced a like situation. He had disarmed a large bandit, and he would disarm this little fellow. The old butcher, as he walked around his counter, towered head and shoulders over the man who held Glaze at his mercy.

35:57 Well, you can't do that, young man, All spoke firmly. The bandit world toward Hall, a sneer on his face. I can't, can I coolly? Deliberately, He swung his gun at the butcher's head. Blood spurted from an ugly gash. Hall cried with rage. He lunged at the bandit and encircled him with his arms. The outlaw placed the muzzle of his revolver in the pit of the butcher's stomach and pulled the trigger. All groaned with pain as the bullet tore through him. He staggered, but his hold on the smaller man did not relax.

36:26 Glaze tried to close in. The bandit jerked his gun arm free and sent the clerk reeling with a blow on the forehead. All's strength failed rapidly, still. He clung to his man, but inch by inch, the bandit dragged him toward the alley door. They reached the threshold and fell outside in a struggling heap. The bandit twisted free. He stood over the prostrate hall, cursing. Elsie Butler, a delivery clerk, was in the rear yard of the store, putting his car away for the night. His wife was waiting for him.

36:51 Street lights made it possible for mister and missus Butler to see the bandit plainly. The killer raised his weapon. The already dying man made a last desperate effort to close with his assailant. Three more shots blasted into his body. He lay still. The form of glaze appeared in the doorway. The bandit raised his revolver and pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked, the cartridge failed to explode. Darting across the vacant lot behind the grocery store, the bandit reached the street. He leaped into a black sedan that had been cruising around the block with a woman at the wheel.

37:21 The car roared away. All was still alive when officers arrived. He was quickly removed to Saint Vincent's Sanitarium just across the street, where he died forty five minutes later. Fury seized Police Chief H. Grady Thompson as details of the killing were given him. With Detective B. V. Atnip and Deputy share of Ali Netheri, he raced in search of the murderer, ready to shoot. The officers didn't care whether they took their man dead or alive, but the car had vanished. One man said he had seen its speed east out of the city over Highway Number five.

37:51 Chief Thompson dashed out the highway as far as the county line, but found no trace of the black sedan desk. Sergeant J. W. Daniel sat at a telephone all night, pleading with officers for the early arrest of the slayer. Acting on his request, the radio station of the Dallas Police broadcast the tragic story and appealed to civilians for help. Deputy Sheriff Denver Seal of Dallas heard the broadcast. The description reminded him of Clyde Barrow, in search of whom he had spent many, many fruitless hours.

38:18 He telephoned his suspicion to Sheriff Frank Reese at Sherman and Early the next morning, he sent Reese a number of pictures of Barrow. Witnesses to the murder recognized them at once. They were positive Barrow was the slayer, And just like that, Barrow was wanted for his third murder. The press and the people demanded that something be done to end his body Career officers didn't need to be pressed. They were working day and night. Governor Sterling revoked the Barrow parole on November seventeenth.

38:44 An officers scoured the underworld in scores of cities. Wait, the governor just revoked his parole after he's been on a robbing and murdering spree for about a month. Now, I guess those are the wheels of bureaucracy churning. Huh. All right, back to the story. So the governor's revoke Barrow's parole. Officers are scouring the underworlds in all kinds of towns and cities. But Barrow did not fall before ordinary police routine. His constant and long dashes were hard to follow. He became the most nomadic of all modern bat men.

39:16 He drove hundreds of miles in a day robbing. When he needed money, a young woman appeared at the Bank of Oronago, Missouri, a few miles from Joplain, the afternoon of November twenty third, nineteen thirty two. She explained to ra Norton's sixty year old cashier that she wanted to make an affidavit. As he placed his signature and stamp on the document, the young woman casually studied the interior of the institution. When she was gone, the cashier remembered only that she had very, very yellow hair.

39:44 A week later, three men drove up to the bank in a nineteen thirty one model Chevrolet Sedan. One stayed at the wheel, two carrying shotguns dashed into the bank. Cashier Norton saw them coming. Seizing a revolver in his cage, he opened fire, cursing the bandits dis blazed away with slugs whining around him. The cashier dropped to his knees. One of the bandits snatched up one hundred and fifteen dollars. They ran from the bank, piled into the car, and sped west on Main Street. Vigilantes attracted by the shooting were waiting behind an oil truck a block on.

40:14 They opened fire as the bandits passed. One of the outlaws smashed a car window, thrust out a shotgun, and sprayed the truck with lead, With both groups firing furiously, the car raced on. A farmer saw the bandits abandon the Chevrolet three miles out of town and get into a Ford coup that was driven by a yellowhaired woman. The car bore a Texas license. The Joplin, Missouri Police Department was called in to help. The woman indicated to us that the Barrow gang had made another of its long jumps and invaded our territory.

40:43 Checking the deserted Chevrolet, we learned that it had been stolen earlier that day on the street at Carthage, Missouri. Carefully examining tourist camps in the vicinity of Carthage, we found that Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker and two men had stayed several days at a camp about ten miles east of Carthage. Attendants identified their pictures once. Several days later, we succeeded in identifying the other bandits as Hollis Hale and Frank Hardy, Dallas criminals. We spread the word that Hardy and Hale were traveling with Barrow and Bonnie, but despite our best efforts, the gang eluded us.

41:12 Five days later we learned they were on another of their phenomenal cross country John's Doyle Johnson parked his car in front of his home at Belton, Texas, the evening of December fifth, nineteen thirty two, and went inside. A few minutes later, he noticed two men trying to start it. A woman waited for them in another car. Johnson dashed from the house. One of the thieves shot at him and missed. The shot did not deter Johnson. He rushed on, Climbing onto the running board. He reached for the throat of the outlaw, who had attempted to take his life.

41:41 The other placed the muzzle of his revolver against Johnson's throat and fired. Johnson fell to the pavement, dying. The desperadoes piled into the car with the woman and escaped. A few hours later, witnesses identified pictures of Clyde Barrow, Bonnie Parker, and Frank Hardy. Four murders were now charged to Barrow, and still the remarkable luck held. Two days later, however, the law got a break in its contest with the gang. Raymond Hamilton was arrested by Sheriff WS day when he was observed to be carrying a revolver in a dance hall at Bay City, Michigan.

42:11 A submachine gun was found in his hotel room. Hamilton said he had split with Barrow after an argument over Bonnie Parker. He told me she was worth half a dozen of million. A jam, Hamilton complained, But I must give the girl credit. She is plenty tough. She can handle a pistol with either hand. But those cigars, oh my. When Hamilton was returned to Texas, he received a sentence of ninety nine years for the Butcher murder, ninety nine years for a bank robbery in Lagrange County, twenty five years for various hold ups, and twelve years for motor thefts in Dallas.

42:41 The state of Oklahoma, satisfied he would be permanently confined, decided not to extradite him for a trial in connection with the murder of Moore. At Stringtown. Just before noon December thirty first, nineteen thirty two, two bandits rushed into the bank of Grapevine, Texas, scooped up three thousand dollars and fled in a motor car. A posse gave chase after a few miles. The bandit car crashed, The outlaws ran into a tract of timber. The posse surrounded them and closed in. One man escaped, the other Les Stuart, was captured.

43:10 He said his companion was Odell Chandless, a former convict of Dallas. Fleeing toward Dallas, Chandless robbed a milkman near the city limits and continued into town in his truck. Several days later, officers received a tip that Chandless was going to call at the home of Lilly McBride, a sister of Raymond Hamilton, who lived on County Avenue in West Dallas. January sixth, nineteen thirty three, Lily McBride went to Hillsboro to visit Hamilton in jail. There, officers took advantage of her absence to set a trap for Chandless.

43:38 Shortly after dark, they took their posts. At about eleven forty five PM, a car drove up. A woman stayed at the wheel with the motor running. A man got out and walked toward the house. Even in the darkness, Deputy Davis recognized Clyde Barrow stepping from his cover. He ordered the Desperado to halt quickly, Barrow worled, a shotgun flashed. Davis fell dead, shot through the heart under a hail of bullets from the house. Barrel ran to the car, bent low over the wheel, Bonnie Parker sent it speeding into the night.

44:05 Barrow had committed his fifth murder, and still his luck held. Twenty days were to pass before he was seen again, hundreds of miles away. In the meantime, Chandlers was arrested at Tampa, Florida, returned to Texas, and sentenced to thirty five years in prison. Stewart was sentenced to twenty five years. Thomas Purcell, a motorcycle patrolman at Springfield, Missouri, noticed two men and a woman eyeing him suspiciously on January twenty sixth nineteen thirty three. He chased them several blocks to question them.

44:34 Finally, he forced them to the curb. Before he could draw his revolver, they had their guns on him. They forced him into their car, covered him with a blanket, and drove him out of town. After an all night search had been conducted for him, Purcell called the Joplin, Missouri Police office at twelve thirty. The next day, he had been released at Poundstone Corner, twelve miles north of Joplin and two hundred miles from Springfield. The Joplin office sent for him and heard his story first hand. His captors admitted they were the Barrow g and Bonnie Parker joked about dyeing her hair.

45:02 It no longer was the distinguished yellow, it was now a vivid red. The outlaws had stopped in several towns, Buffalo, fair Play, Golden City, Carthage, and some others the officer was unable to identify. From Carthage, they came to Joplin, drove through the residential section for a few minutes, and then went on to Onarago. At Onarago they stole a battery to replace the one in their car, which had been giving them trouble. From Onarago, the outlaws drove to Poundstone Corner, where they released Percell.

45:28 When last scene they were speeding west toward Carl Junction. Evidently the gang drove on to Texas, because at Marshall, Texas, on January thirty first, they stole a Ford coup from R. F. Rosborough. As usual, they immediately set out on another cross country swing, and two weeks later Sheriff John E. York found the Rosboro car abandoned near Venita, Oklahoma. While conjecture ran high as to the probable scene of Clyde's next outbreak, missus Buck Barrow appealed to Governor Ferguson of Texas for her husband's freedom.

45:56 Missus Barrow had been given credit for her husband's return to prison after his escape, and she was given a sympathetic hearing. She urged the fact that Buck's voluntary return to serve his sentence indicated a sincere intent to reform. Her plea was backed by the favorable recommendation of Warden W. W. Wade, Assistant Warden R. H. Bond, Secretary of State, W. W. Heath, Henry Alleley of the State Department. V. G. Isaacoff, Director of the Prison Laboratory, E. W. Anderson Prison Medical Director, and C. E. Garrett Methodist prison chaplain Holy Molly.

46:28 She had an entire village backing her up on the request. Buck Clyde Barrow's brother was granted a full pardon on March twentieth, nineteen thirty three. He went to Dallas for three weeks. He visited his parents and other relatives, then he packed his suitcase and disappeared with his wife. Police immediately became nervous. Informers were ordered to learn where Buck Barrow could be found. They reported he had told friends he was going to see Clyde, who was reported to be hiding in the Arkansas Ozarks.

46:55 Missus Barrow had told acquaintances that Buck had gotten a letter from his brother he was going to try to persuae him to surrender and go straight. Was Buck Barrow, pardon convict, really going to solve the problem? Was he really going to try to reform his murderous brother quide Bloody Barrow? Or did his disappearance foreshadow trouble? In less than a week, law enforcement had the answer, and of all the Bloody Barrow crimes to date, the one to come was to be the worst. Sergeant GB Koller of the Missouri State Highway Patrol station at Joplin was directing his men in the annual roundup of motorists whose cars were not licensed properly when he received a telephone report early in April that several cars bearing tags from out of the state had been behind the garage near thirty fourth Street and Oak Ridge Drive.

47:51 In the Freeman's Grove edition, a suburb of Joplin. For several days. He was too busy to investigate it, but his attention was returned to the matter by an agitated man who went to the sergeant's office and demanded that something be done at once. Vaguely, the man hinted that something sinister was taking place out in Freeman's Grove. He pictured persons darting in and out of the living quarters above the garage like frightened animals. Sergeant Collar telephoned Ed Portley, the chief of detectives in Joplin, and asked him if he had received any complaints about the place.

48:22 Portly said he had not. Caller said he was going to look into the situation. The place Coller found was a two story stone building on the north side of thirty fourth Street, about one hundred and fifty feet east of oak Ridge Drive. On the ground floor was a double garage. A door at the left of the garage entrances one faced the building opened on a stairway that led to living quarters over the garage. People in the neighborhood were shy and evasive. They didn't want to talk plainly. For some reason, the sergeant could not determine they feared the men and women living over the garage.

48:53 However, mac Parker, a private watchman in the neighborhood, told of going to the house in uniform on one of his nightly rounds and in forming the occupants that he would guard them against burglars for a fee of one dollar a month. They received him cordially and employed him. He added the name Callahan to his list of clients. It was the story of a laundryman that convinced Coller something was seriously a miss. The laundryman said the persons living in the building had been his customers for two weeks.

49:19 When he returned their first bundle, the door at the foot of the stairway flew open. Before he could knock. A small, apparently frightened woman with vivid red hair confronted him with trembling hands. She reached for the bundle. All carry it upstairs for you, the laundryman offered, it's almost as big as you are. No, the woman spoke crisply, I'll take it. You wait, the laundryman insisted. The woman, glancing nervously up the steps, remained firm took the bundle upstairs, then descended and paid her bill.

49:46 The scene repeated the next week. The laundryman got the impression that the woman was deathly afraid for him to see something or someone on the second floor. Sergeant Caller believed he'd stumbled onto a bootleg liquor plant and decided to raid the place. Explained his intention to Chief of Detectives Ed Portley, who assigned to detectives Thomas de Graff and Harry L. McGinnis to aid him. Caller took Patrolman we Grammar from his own office. Freeman's Grove is just outside Jasper County, so it was necessary for the officers to go to Neosho, Missouri County seat of Newton County for a search warrant.

50:20 There they added Constable West Harriman of Saganah, Missouri to the raiding party. The officers swung south out of Joplin's main street in two cars. As they turned west into thirty fourth Street, Sergeant Caller and Patrolman Grammar were in the lead. De Graff and Harryman rode on the front seat of the trailing police car, with mcguinnis on the rear seat. The plan was to drive around the block before making the raid, but as Caller drove past the house, he saw two men standing in the garage door at the site of the uniformed state officers.

50:47 They banged the door shut. Stop stop, Caller shouted, jamming on his brakes. The garage door opened a crack. A blast from a shotgun sprayed the car with lead. As the state car slid to a halt to graft driving, the police car whirled the steering wheel and drove straight into the withering fire from the garage. He did not stop until both of the doors of the garage were blocked and the exposed officers were within a dozen feet of the outlaws, who were protected by the stone building. The odds hopelessly against him.

51:13 Constable Harriman drew his revolver and stepped from the car. His weapon barked once. Ten shotgun slugs tore through his neck and left shoulder. He was dead before he could fire again. Detective McGinnis leaped out. This time his pistol cracked as he pulled the trigger a fourth time. The arm holding the weapon was ripped off at the elbow. Buckshot showered his face and head. He dropped unconscious. The graft slid from beneath the wheel. Crouched beside the car, he emptied his gun through the garage doors at the assailants he could not see.

51:42 Evidently sensing that de Graf's weapon was empty, one of the outlaws dashed from the buildings, sweeping everything before him with a Browning automatic rifle, reloading as rapidly as possible. The graft was forced to retreat around the east side of the building. Sergeant Collar ran from the state car as soon as it stopped, closely followed by Patrolman Grammar. Grammar took a position between the garage and the large stone house that stood a few yards west of it. He worked toward the rear of the garage.

52:05 Caller, in the open, his only weapon or revolver, fought a single handed duel with the Browning armed Desperado four times. Caller pitted his puning weapon against the automatic, slowly walking backward toward the corner of the house to the west. Then suddenly he tripped over a chicken wire support for the flowers. Taking advantage of the situation, the outlaw darted to the police car and fought to release the break, hurriedly drawing himself into a sitting position. Caller took deliberate aim and sent his last shot at the killer.

52:32 The man screamed with pain and dropped furiously. The sergeant reloaded stiffly. The outlaw struggled to his feet and staggered into the garage, striving for a position of advantage. Grammar into Graff met behind the garage telephone for help. Get it quick. Detective to Graft shouted, running desperately. Grammar went to a neighboring house and telephoned the Joplin Police Office. In an instant, detectives were speeding to the battle. Just one question was in ed Portley's mind. Would they be there in time.

52:59 As the wounded man entered the garage, another outlaw ran out, jerking free the brake on the police car. He gave the car a shove. Slowly, it coasted down the inclined driveway, gathering speed. Crazily, it swung across thirty fourth Street and crashed against a red oak tree on the south side of the street. The garage doors were unobstructed. Inside the garage, the motor of an automobile roared. A hysterical woman suddenly burst from the garage and ran east down the street. With a grinding of gears, the motor car swept out of the garage.

53:27 Three men and a woman were in it, all spraying led desperately. The living officers carried on the outlaws slowed down. As they reached the fleeing woman, a man reached out and grabbed her into the car. The machine gained speed. His gun empty, sergeant Collar scribbled the license number of the marmon car as it raced from sight. It was Texas number two seven nine dashed seven nine seven. The murderers were gone when reinforcements arrived. The officers divided into groups. One group dashed after the desperadoes, and the others entered the building seeking clues as to the identities of the fugitives.

53:59 Detective McGinnis, his life completely despaired of, was rushed immediately to Saint John's Hospital, where he died four hours later. Men under the direction of Chief of Detectives ed Portley frantically spread over the countryside, searching highways and byways for the escaping killers. George Clemens, a garage operator at thirty fourth in Main Street, saw the bullet marked car speed passed. One man was bent over as though in terrible pain. At that point, law enforcement lost trace of the desperate crew for a moment.

54:26 It was four thirty pm on April thirteenth, nineteen thirty three. In one of the two rooms over the garage, officers found a meal in preparation. On the dining table was a sheet of paper carrying some pen lines that gave an extraordinary sidelight on the character of one member of this desperate gang. The ink was still wet with exclamations of astonishment. The officers read this bit of doggerel. Doggrel being a derogatory term for amateur poetry. The poem was entitled The Story of Suicide sal by Bonnie Parker.

54:57 So, guys, here's what I'm going to do. Bonnie Parker's poem is pretty long. I can't bring myself to skip it. You got to hear it. But I also don't want to exit the narrative for too long. So what I'm gonna do is we're going to take our ad break here, except it won't be an ad break. Instead, I'm gonna skip ads and read you the entirety of Bonnie Parker's poem. When we come back, we'll jump right back into the story. So if you don't care about her poem, I mean shame on you, but go ahead and skip through it.

55:33 Suicide Sal by Bonnie Parker. We each of us have a good alibi for being down here in the joint, but few of them are really justified. If you get right down to the point, you've heard of a woman's glory being spent on a downright curve. Still, you can't always judge the story as true being told by her. As long as I stayed on the island and heard confidence tales from the gals, there was only one one interesting and truthful. It was the story of suicide Sal Now. Sal was a girl of rare beauty. Though her features were somewhat tough, she never once faltered from duty to play on me up and up.

56:12 Sal told me this tale on the evening before she was turned out free, and I'll do my best to relate it just as she told it to me. I was born on a ranch in Wyoming, not treated like Helen of Troy. I was taught that rods were rulers and ranked as a greasy cowboy. Then I left my old home for the city to play in its mad dizzy world. Not knowing how little of pity it holds for a country girl. There I fell for the line of a henchman, a professional killer from Shy. I couldn't help loving him madly. For him, even I would die one year.

56:45 We were desperately happy our ill gotten gains. We spent free. I was taught the ways of the underworld. Jack was like a god to me. I got on the FBA payroll to get the inside lay of the job. The bank was turning big money. It looked like a cinch for the mob, eighty grand without even a rumble. Jack was the last with the loot in the door. When the teller dead aimed a revolver from where they forced him to lie on the floor, I knew I had only a moment. He would surely get Jack as he ran, so I staged a big fade out beside him and knocked the forty five out of his hand.

57:19 They wrapped me down big at the station and informed me that I'd get the blame for the dramatic stunt pulled on the teller. Looked to them too much like a game. The police called it a frame up, said it was an inside job, but I steadily denied any knowledge or dealings with underworld mobs. The gang hired a couple of lawyers, the best fixers in any man's town. But it takes more than lawyers and money when Uncle Sam starts shaking you down. I was charged as a scion of gang Land and tried for my wages of sin.

57:48 The Dirty Dozen found me guilty from five to fifty years in the pen. I took the rap like good people, and never once squawk did I make. Jack dropped himself on the promise that we'd make a sensational break. While to shorten a sad, lengthy story, five years have gone over my head without even so much as a letter. At first I thought he was dead, but not so long ago I discovered from a gallon the joint named Lyle that Jack and his mall had got over and were living in true gangster style. If he had returned to me sometime, though he hadn't assent to give, i'd forget all the hell that he'd caused me and love him as long as I lived.

58:24 But there's no chance of that ever coming, for he and his mall have no fears that I will die in this prison or flatten this fifty years. Tomorrow I'll be on the outside and i'll drop them myself on it. Today, I'll bump them if they give me the hot squat on this island out here in the bay. The iron doors swung wide next morning for a gruesome woman of waste who at last had a chance to fix it. Murder showed on her cynical face. Not long ago I read in the paper that a gall on the east side got hot, and when the smoke finally retreated, two of gangdam were found on the spot.

58:56 It related a colorful story of a jilted gangster gas Two days later, a subgun ended the story of suicide sal So that was the poem that officers discovered at the abandoned house on thirty fourth Street in Freeman's Grove from which the outlaws had just fled following the gun battle. Police were appalled the bloody Barrows had killed for the sixth and seventh time, with five dead men mutely accusing her from the grave. Bonnie Parker had been able to pen such a poem as this, and then she'd been able to lay down her pen and calmly take part in two more murders.

59:38 Such obvious evidence of pride and her shameful crimes infuriated the officers, who had just seen their bleeding comrades. Five high powered rifles and a revolver were dragged out of the closet in a suitcase, where found three official looking documents. One of them was the certificate of pardon issued just three weeks before to Buck Barrow. Another was the certificate that marked marriage of Buck to Blanche Caldwell while he was a fugitive from the Texas Penitentiary in nineteen thirty one. The third was a motor car registration certificate issued to Carl Beatty ten ten East Jefferson Street, Dallas, Texas.

1:00:12 It was for a nineteen twenty nine Marmon Sedan Texas license number two seven nine DASH seven nine seven motor number T DASH eight six ninety two. The killers had escaped in that car. Could Carl Beatty have been the third man in the gang? Joplin's chief of detectives hurried a telegram to the Dallas Police asking them to check up on him. One other discovery seemed to have some potential value as evidence. It was a camera containing a role of film, rushing the film to a photographer. Police waited impatiently while it was developed great, as had been the challenge of Bonnie's poem, it was mild compared to the taunt that screamed at law enforcement from the finished photographs.

1:00:49 In the center of three pictures was the stag handled revolver taken from Officer Percell at Springfield. It was evident that the outlaws considered the Percell episode a great joke. In one picture, Clyde Barrow, smiling broadly, wore the weapon in a holster, facing him with a shotgun held at his stomach. Bonnie Parker reached her left hand to the weapon. And if you guys have checked out Kind of Murdery's social media, whether Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or TikTok, by the way, I created a short promotional video for the Bonnie and Clyde story that includes the photos that are being referred to here, So if you haven't seen them, go check it out at Kind of Murdery on any social media.

1:01:29 The revolver in the other pictures hung on the radiator cap of a Ford bearing nineteen thirty three Texas license number five eight seven DASH nine five six. A collection of shotguns and rifles leaned against the Bumper Clyde posed with the guns in one instance and Buck in the other. A fourth exposure showed Bonnie in front of the car. A fifth showed Buck and his wife, Blanche Caledwell Barrow. The pictures were unusually clear because they were the latest likenesses of the badly wanted criminals.

1:01:56 Chief of Detectives ed Portly ordered hundreds of copies made, and as fast as they were printed, mailed them to other officers. After two days of terrific work, he received a telephone call from Detective Lieutenant J. W. Fritz at Dallas. His men had found Carl Beattie. Lieutenant Fritz explained that Betty was an absolutely reputable man and had made a sworn statement concerning the marm An escape car. I received the statement in the mail the next morning. Beattie said he had known Buck Barrow ten years.

1:02:23 He had sold him the marm in March twenty ninth, and had received two Ford coups and one hundred dollars in payment. The identity of the third man in the gang remained as deep a mystery as ever. Joplin detectives worked anxiously through the discouraging days to obtain some fresh trace of the Barrow gang. More and more they became convinced that the Bloody Barrows had set off on another of their migratory flights through the country. Consequently, they widened the scope of their appeal until almost every community in the nation was reached.

1:02:50 Confirmation of the theory was not long in coming. Pictures of the much wanted criminals appeared in the Cleveland, Ohio newspaper the morning of April eighteenth. That afternoon, Steve Fronius of one two nine zero three Oakfield Avenue, an employee of the Walls Transportation Company, picked up two women hitchhikers at seventy ninth Street in Euclid Avenue. They told them they were from Dallas, Texas and intended visiting in turn Columbus, Chillicothe, Ohio, and Annapolis, Maryland. By the way, guys, I don't always have time to look up the correct pronunciations of every place, so I apologize if I horribly butcher any of these place names, like Chillicothe, for example.

1:03:29 Please feel free to reach out Kindamurdery at gmail dot com or at Kindermtory on social media and correct me. I'd love to be corrected I'd love to meet you. I'll send you some kind of murdery stickers. All right. Back to the story. So, the women who said they were from Texas had a list of places they were planning to visit, so directing them to United States Highway number forty two, Phronius let the women out at ninth Street and Prospect Avenue. A few hours later, they appeared at the office of the Walls Transportation Company, explaining that they had left a pair of right boots in the car.

1:04:00 They obtained the boots and left, but not before several persons saw them. That night, when Phronius read his morning paper, he recognized Blanche Caldwell Barrow and Bonnie Parker as his passengers of earlier in the day. He hurried to the office of George J. Matowitz, chief of Police, where he told his story. Mattowitz notified Joplin, and they rushed pictures of the women to him by airmail. Soon the jop and police had word from Mattowitz that the pictures had been identified by Phronius and six others who saw the women.

1:04:28 The police of a dozen Ohio cities snapped into action, trying to draw the fugitives into a trap. The question arose as to what had become of the men in the gang. None of the witnesses had seen men with the women. Was it possible that the deluge of publicity had sent them to cover, that it had put an end to their mad dashes? Police hoped it had. They felt it would be easier to capture them if they held to one locality with startling decisiveness. The delusions that the police entertained on that score were swept aside.

1:04:54 B. D. Darby and Undertaker sat in his boarding house at Rushed in Louisiana, the evening of April twenty six seven, talking to Miss Sophie Stone of Mansfield, Louisiana, home demonstration agent for Lincoln Parish. His motor car was parked in front of the house. Miss Stone's car stood directly behind it, uttering a sudden exclamation, I imagined something like what the hell? Darby leaped to his feet and dashed out the door. Surprised at the sudden interruption of the quiet conversation, Miss Stone followed.

1:05:20 Darby's car was moving away from the curb. In it were three men and two women. One of the men waved and called back, thanks, buddy. While they're stealing my car. The undertaker shouted, get in mine, let's follow him. Miss Stone urged, with the courageous Miss Stone beside him. Darby fell in behind the thieves. The outlaws speeded up, but Darby kept the pace. Miles flashed by. Neither car seemed to gain an advantage. Then, near Hiko, the thieves began to draw away. It was obvious Darby could not catch them unless he did something at once, they would escape.

1:05:50 The nearest town was Hiko. If he could reach officers there in time, his car might be saved. Spinning around, Darby raced for the town. Miss Stone looked back over her shoulder. A cry alarm escaped her. They're following us. A glance told Darby she was right. The outlaws were chasing them. Fear for the safety of the brave woman seized the man, thrusting the accelerator down hard. He hurled the car over the highway, but foot by foot the criminals gained. Swinging alongside, they forced Darby to a ditch.

1:06:16 Guns bristling in their hands, the thieves piled from Darby's car. You're not so smart, bucko, hop out of there. Roughly the outlaws pushed Darby and miss Stone into the stolen car, swung it around and sped north. When Darby and miss Stone failed to return to the boarding house, Sheriff aj Thigpin of Russian was notified Quickly. He placed all highways from the city under guard, but the outlaws slipped through. Several hours passed, the silence concerning Darby and miss Stone remained unbroken. As time ticked away.

1:06:45 Sheriff Figpin's telephone rang about eight o'clock. Oh, thank god, they're safe, he exclaimed as he hung up the receiver. Darby and miss Stone, after a ride of one hundred and twenty five miles, had been released near Magnolia, Arkansas. Their captors gave them five dollars on which to return home. They hurried to Magnolia, where they reported their release to officers while they telephoned. Rushed in Magnolia, authorities rushed after the outlaws. The stolen car was sited passing through Hope, Arkansas, some three hundred miles south of Joplin, at about eight o'clock.

1:07:14 Then the Ozark Hills seemed to swallow it. Believing that the kidnappers might continue north, Sheriff Thigpen telephone. Chief of Detectives ed Portley and Joplin. This next section of the story is told in Chief Portly's own words. The gang sounded like the Barrows. I had learned that they sometimes worked in Arkansas. In the stock of one of the rifles taken after the Joplin murders, I found a receipt showing that the weapon had been purchased by a man in Bolls Scott County, about one hundred miles from Hope, Arkansas.

1:07:41 It had been stolen from him. I asked Sheriff Thigpen to have the victims view pictures of the Barrow gang. A little later he called me again. He'd intercepted Darby and miss Stone at Waldo, Arkansas. They had identified the Barrow brothers Missus Blanche Caldwell Barrow and Bonnie Parker, but there was no inkling of the identity of the third man. While Posseman poured in the hills of northwestern Arkansas, Joplin police distributed thousands of posters offering a reward of one thousand dollars for the arrest of the Barrow brothers.

1:08:08 The governor of Missouri offered four hundred of the amount Joplin two hundred, Jasper County two hundred, and Newton County two hundred. Warned by the long jump from Cleveland to Louisiana that the killers could still be expected almost anywhere, police all over the Midwest and Southwest waited alertly. The feared news came suddenly. The gangsters dashed into Broken Bo, Oklahoma, near the point of their disappearance after the Louisiana kidnapping, on the evening of April twenty eighth, Brutally beating an attendant, they robbed a filling station of a few dollars.

1:08:36 With officers close on them, the killers raced west through Hugo and Durant, and finally, under the cover of night, they apparently circled to the safety of the Hills. Two weeks passed, exhausting every device known to police work, law enforcement failed utterly to find the least trace of the desperadoes. A bandit ran into a filling station at Fort Dodge, Iowa, May sixteenth, nineteen thirty three, robbed the attendant, and escaped car, which had been left parked a block away. The attendant was unable to tell whether other persons were in the car.

1:09:06 The victim was reporting the robbery in the office of John P. La Craye, chief of Police, when his eyes fell on a reward poster tacked to the wall. Why there's the man, he exclaimed. He pointed to a picture of buck Barrow. The gang had made another of its long sweeps. Three days later, two men and two women drove into Okabina, Minnesota, one hundred and thirty miles north in a dark green Ford V eight sedan. One of the women had bright red hair. The car stopped, the red headed woman stayed at the wheel.

1:09:35 The men swooped into the First State Bank, driving bank officers and employees before them. They herded them into a vault, took twenty five hundred dollars, and ran to the car. The hold up had been witnessed. Townspeople opened fire from the sidewalks. Bullets thudded into the body of the car as it pulled away, knocking glass from the windows. The bandits enveloped the street in a shower of flying lead. The two men used shotguns and one of the women a high powered rifle. For a moment the battle raised furiously, but it was impossible to face the outlaw barrage and live Slowly, the defenders fell back into the shelter of buildings, and the bandits escaped.

1:10:10 Bank employees identified pictures of the Barrow Gang. The Minnesota State Bureau of Criminal Apprehension joined the Iowa State Bureau of Investigation in an effort to him in the bandits. Roads were barricaded. Investigators went into the underworlds of the larger cities, ready to mark any newcomers, and marshals in smaller towns carefully questioned all strangers. While that energetic effort was being made, the law won another point in its battle with the gang. Frank Hardy and Hollis Hale were arrested at Waco when they called on a young woman who had been shadowed after it became known she associated with the fugitives.

1:10:44 Hardy was taken to the County jail at Temple, Texas, to be held for trial and connection with the murder of Doyle Johnson. Hale was returned to Missouri and questioned carefully. He confirmed every detail of the Onarago bank robbery as it had been constructed by the police, but he could tell them nothing of the word whereabouts of the Barrow brothers who had slipped through the net spread for them in Minnesota and Iowa. Hard as he was, Hale admitted he had left the Barrow gang because they were too desperate.

1:11:08 He was sentenced to twenty years in Missouri penitentiary for his part in the Onarago robbery. It was with satisfaction that the police saw him off to prison. But the bigger problem, the capture of the Barrow brothers themselves, was as far from a solution as ever. They had again dropped out of sight, but heartbreaking past experience told law enforcement that they would not be missing long, and indeed that dread assumption would prove true. Steve Pritchard, a farmer living on the Salt Fork River seven miles north of Wellington, Texas, sat on his front porch on Saturday night, April tenth, nineteen thirty three, talking to Lonzo Carter, who lived at the Prichard home.

1:11:46 Prichard heard the roar of a motor. Looking up, he saw a car speeding down the highway toward them. It was only a few hundred miles away. Well, gee, that fellow is really traveling, he remarked to Carter. Before Carter could answer, the car lurched over an embankment and disappeared in an instant. Flames leaped high in the darkness, bounding to their feet. Prichard and Carter sprinted toward the scene of the accident. The fire burned brighter. As they neared, they could see the car. It had landed top down.

1:12:16 And we're going to pause our story right here. Did all the members of the Bloody Barrel Gang survive the crash? Is their reign of terror ended? Or is this just one more hiccup in their seemingly indefatigable quest to rain robbery and murder across two thirds of the United States. The capture of the Barrow Brothers themselves was as far from a solution as ever. They had again dropped out of sight, but heartbreaking past experience told law enforcement that they would not be missing long and indeed that dread assumption would prove true.

1:12:50 Steve Pritchard, a farmer living on the Salt Fork River seven miles north of Wellington, Texas, sat on his front porch on Saturday night, April tenth, nineteen thirty one three talking to Lonzo Carter, who lived at the Prichard home. Prichard heard the roar of a motor. Looking up, he saw a car speeding down the highway toward them. It was only a few hundred miles away. Well, gee, that fellow is really traveling, he remarked to Carter. Before Carter could answer, the car lurched over an embankment and disappeared.

1:13:19 In an instant, Flames leaped high in the darkness, Bounding to their feet. Prichard and Carter sprinted toward the scene of the accident. The fire burned brighter. As they neared. They could see the car. It had landed top down, illuminated by tongues of flame. Two men were tugging a third person pinned in the wreckage. Suddenly the flames reached out. The pain born scream of a woman split the night. With a final burst of speed. Prichard and Carter reached the car. Help us, Help us, One of the men pleaded.

1:13:50 Facing the almost unbearable heat, the farmers bent their shoulders to the task. The hot metal scorched their hands and acrid fumes tortured their lungs as their muscles taunted with a death. But a heave, they lifted the car. A red haired young woman was dragged from the tangled mass and carried to the roadside, where she writhed with pain. Her arms were seared to the shoulders and the lower part of her face was white with blisters. Prichard and Carter looked up and down the road, hoping to stop a passing motorist and get the woman to a doctor.

1:14:18 The men with her ran back to the car and jerked something from the rear seat, where do you live. Angered by the curt tone of the question, Prichard was about to give a sharp retort, he forgot the intention. Suddenly the farmers were covered by automatic rifles. Prichard pointed toward his home. Carry the girl up there. There was nothing to do but obey. With the rifles close at their backs. Prichard and Carter carried the young woman to the house and later her on a bed. Quickly, Prichard prepared a paste of baking soda and spread it on her burns.

1:14:47 The gunman moved throughout the house nervously, as though uncertain what to do. The woman was suffering terribly. Her groans echoed through the rooms. Plainly, she needed medical attention. Let me call an ambulance, Prichard pleaded. The girl should to be in a hospital. No, no, we can't afford to do that. The outlaw vetoed the suggestion it's impossible. You'll have to take care of her. For several minutes, the bandits kept the nervous pacing. Then one of them said, you watch these fellows. I'm going back to the car to get the rest of those guns.

1:15:15 Left with only one guard, Carter watched his chance catching the outlaw, and a second's relaxation, the farmer sprang toward the rear door the desperado world. He shouted come back here and raised his rifle, but Carter was gone. He ran madly to a neighboring farmhouse and telephone Sheriff George Corey at Wellington. Corey picked up City Marshall Paul Hardy on the street and sped toward the Pritchard home. I should kill you for that, the guard threatened Pritchard. Well, I've done everything you told me to do, and I'm not responsible for what that fellow does, the farmer insisted.

1:15:43 The bandit seemed to weigh the defense for a moment, then he said, well, I guess you're right. A sharp rap sounded at the back door. With a cry of rage, the outlaw world and brought his gun into position. Expecting an answering blast, Pritchard leaped to cover the Desperado's rifle roared. From outside. The came a scream of pain that froze both men in their tracks and brought a look of surprise and disbelief to their faces. The scream had come from a woman springing to the door. Prichard swung it open into the house, staggered his daughter in law, missus Jack Pritchard, who lived nearby, sobbing.

1:16:15 She held out her mangled right hand, hurting the injured woman and Pritchard before him. The outlaw drove them through the house into the front yard. Jumping from her bed at the sound of the shot. The badly burned woman followed. In a moment, the second outlaw panted to the house, his arms filled with rifles. Soon a car swung into the Prichard driveway. It skidded to a stop at the back of the house, and two men got out. Sheriff Corey and Marshall Hardy burst in the back door revolvers ready for action.

1:16:40 Finding the house empty, they went to the front porch and peered into the darkness. They were silhouetted sharply against the lights in the house. Unseen by the authorities, The outlaws crept toward them. Slipping alongside the porch, they gained positions behind the unsuspecting men. Suddenly they leaped out, whisked the weapons from the officers, jerked a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of Marshall Hardy, and fastened the pair again. The entire capture was accomplished in one unbelievably fast, coordinated gesture.

1:17:04 The surprise had been so complete that the brave effort to resist made by the officers was predestined to failure. Hopelessly trapped, the luckless captives were forced into Sheriff Corey's car. The outlaws piled in after them and fled with their hostages. Pritchard hurried his daughter in law to a hospital, where it was said it might be necessary to amputate her hand. Then he organized a search for the kidnapped officers, fearing that the captives would meet death at the hands of the desperate men.

1:17:28 Scores of citizens responded to the alarm, and authorities in the surrounding town stopped all cars in an effort to intercept the abductors. But protected by the darkness, The outlaws in less than an hour dashed from the Texas Panhandle into western Oklahoma. Three hours later, while his anxious neighbors still searched, Sheriff Corey telephoned authorities at Sayer, Oklahoma that he and Marshall Hardy had been released unharmed near Eric, Oklahoma. Their captors, the sheriff said, fled westward toward Pampa, Texas.

1:17:54 On the road between Eric and Pampa, officers found Sheriff Corey's car, but the fugitives, taking to side roads, eluded them. After they seized the officers, the desperadoes drove madly until they crossed the Texas line. Once in Oklahoma, their spirits brightened. They chided their prisoners, you're in a fine pickle. One of the men told the sheriff, I'm Clyde Barrow. Guess what that means for you. Grimly, the sheriff thought that it probably didn't mean anything pleasant. A short distance outside of Eric, the outlaws were met by a man in another car.

1:18:23 They talked to him a moment, then the three approached the captives. This is just as good a place as any to get rid of these fellows. One of them said. The officers were ordered out of the car, their hearts sinking. They were marched to a tree that stood in a pasture near the road. Some barbed wire was twisted from a fence. With it, they were bound securely to an oak. Are we going to kill these men? The newcomer asked, Nah, cried Barrow replied, I've had them with me so long, I'm beginning to like them.

1:18:48 The outlaws returned to the cars and drove away. Thirty minutes later, the officers succeeded in freeing themselves and hurried to a farmhouse and telephone news of their release. As soon as Chief of Detectives Ed Portly heard of the Wellington afair, he telephoned share of Corey. Corey told him he'd examined the pictures of the Barrow brothers and was certain they had been his captors. The woman, he said, was Bonnie Parker. He had been unable to identify the third man. Portly assumed he probably was the mysterious third man who had been present at the Joplin murders.

1:19:15 The sheriff said he believed Bonnie's burns were serious, and it was his opinion that the gang would have to hold up somewhere until she recovered. It seemed he was right. The buddy barrows were not seen for ten days. H. D. Humphrey, who had been a Marshal of Almah, Arkansas less than two months, was walking past the commercial bank the morning of Thursday, June twenty second, nineteen thirty three. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind. His arms were pinned his side, and a hand was pressed over his mouth, lifting him bodily.

1:19:41 The assailant carried him into the bank and bound him to a pillar. Recovering from his surprise, the marshal looked about him. Two bandits armed with rifles were in the bank. One of them held the employees at bay, while the other rolled a small safe over the marble floor, through the door and onto a waiting truck. The robbers escaped with thirty six hundred day The looting was accomplished before persons passing on the street were aware it was even taking place. By the time the news was spread, the bandits had a good start, and although a pursuit was started, the outlaws succeeded in reaching some inaccessible hideout in the Ozark Mountains.

1:20:14 While no one blamed Marshall Humphrey for his unfortunate capture. He was deeply humiliated by the experience. To intimates, he confided that he would never rest until he had sent the bank bandits to prison. The next evening, June twenty third, two bandits rushed into the Piggly Wiggly grocery store at fayette Bille, Arkansas, fifty miles south of Alma, just at closing time. Shouting threats of death at the clerks. The outlaws emptied the cash till and fled toward United States Highway number seventy one toward Almah.

1:20:43 Witnesses to the robbery obtained good descriptions of the bandits in their car, which was a nineteen thirty three Model Forward carrying Indiana license number two two five DASH four sixty four. Officers at Fayetteville telephoned Vernon Humphrey, son of the Alma Marshall, and gave him the descriptions of the gangsters and the license number. Young Humphrey was a manager of the AHC Garage situated on Highway number seventy one at the outskirts of Almah. The robbers, if they stayed on the highway would have to pass his garage.

1:21:10 Vernon Humphrey at once warned his father and am Sawyer's deputy Sheriff of Crawford County. Sliers, in his car, picked up Marshall Humphrey, and they drove to the garage, where the Marshall's son gave them detailed information. Sawyers saw the look of determination that came onto the Marshall's face as he heard the description. The deputy knew what it meant, but he didn't say anything. It was Marshall Humphrey who mentioned the matter. Sounds like those fellows in the bank, he remarked, coolly.

1:21:35 Let's go get him. Armed only with revolvers, the officers started out the highway toward Fayetteville to meet the fleeing bandits. About two miles out, they saw another car approaching. Deputy Sawyers slowed down, so did the other car. It was Webber Wilson, night, manager of the AHC garage, was on his way to work. Saliers was about to stop when he noticed another car behind Wilson's driving at a high speed, swerving to the side of the road. Called to Wilson, don't stop, or that fellow will run over you.

1:22:03 The warning came too late, with a terrific crash. The speeding car banged into Wilson's and bounced back, its motor disabled, its front wheels crushed Wilson's car, chilted and rolled over. Flying glass whizzed about the garageman's head as his car struck the pavement. Blood flowed from deep gashes on his face. As he crawled free of the wreck, Wilson was furious, believing the driver of the car which struck his as a drunk. He snatched up two large rocks and started after him. Suddenly, he dropped the rocks and ran for his life toward a patch of timber.

1:22:31 The officers were about seventy five yards past the wreck cars when Deputy Saliers stopped his automobile. It seemed impossible that anyone could have escaped the crash uninjured. They started toward the cars on a run. Suddenly, Marshall Humphrey shouted a warning and whipped out his revolver. He had recognized the license plate number of the bandit car. Saliers, taking in the situation, drew his pistol. The officers ran on fifty yards from the bandits. Marshall Humphrey shouted put up your hands.

1:22:56 The bandits threw open the front doors of their car and took shelter behind them, and the guns flashed in their hands, but the exposed officers did not hesitate straight toward the shield of desperadoes. They ran, with Salliers in the lead and Marshall Humphrey three feet behind him on the left. Sawyers directed his attention to the man behind the right door of the car. Humphrey charged the other. The rattle of gunfires split the evening air. Bullets from a Browning automatic rifle whine past the deputy's head.

1:23:21 Then the other bandit opened up his shotgun roared. Marshall Humphrey staggered. His slugs tore through his chest, but he did not falter. His revolver barked on until another blast from the shotgun dropped him helpless. With Humphrey down, Deputy Sawyer faced the gangsters alone, exchanging shots with the rifle armed bandits at a range of less than twenty yards. The shotguns swung toward him. The bandit aimed deliberately. Salliers glimpsed him out of the corner of his eye. He realized that his life hung on a split second desperately, he whirled and sent his last shot at the man's head.

1:23:50 He missed. The bandit smiled grimly as the hammer of the deputy's weapons snapped on an empty cartridge. He pulled the trigger, but there was no explosion. The shotgun had jammed. The outlaw reached into the car and jerked out another Browning automatic. It was impossible for the deputy to face the two weapons without a weapon of his own. Reloading as he went, he ran to the corner of a farmhouse a few dozen yards away. With the deputy and temporary retreat, the desperadoes abandoned the protection of the car doors.

1:24:19 One of them bent over the mortally wounded Humphrey and snarled, I ought to finish you right now. Go ahead, Humphrey defied them. I think you've already finished me. His revolver reloaded. Deputy Slyers stepped out from behind the house and renewed the battle. The bandits answered. Chips flew from the house a few inches from the officer's head. Bullets passed entirely through the house and lodged in the barn yards away. Sallyers charged into the deadly hail, snatching Marshall Humphrey's empty revolver from the ground.

1:24:48 The bandits ran to Salier's car and sped north. As long as the car was in sight. The deputy kept up his fire. When the battle was over, more than two hundred empty shells littered the ground. Cars traveling the highway were stopped by the battle. A traffic jam resulted. Salliers loaded the Marshal into one of these cars. After emergency treatment at Alma, Humphrey was taken to a hospital at Fort Smith, Arkansas, where he died four days later. The bloody Barrows had dealt death for the eighth time.

1:25:14 Deputy Salliers and six motorists named Buck as the man who shot the Marshal. The dying officer Weekly agreed the second man had not been identified. He was said to move stiffly. Perhaps he was the mystery third man in the Joplin affair, the fellow who shot Sergeant Coller. When Deputy Salliers reported the battle, Sheriff Maxie and Chief Deputy W. S. Bush, Mayor, with Deputies Joe Simpson and Clyde Peevie, Homer Mitchell, and Bruce Jackson, rushed to the scene. The officers assumed command of rapidly organized posses.

1:25:42 Hotly they pressed the search in all directions. Our hearts left as news came from the man hunters. The posse, led by Chief Deputy Bushmeyer, was pressing the outlaws. Closely seven miles north of Almah. They found Saliar's car. A tire was blown, and beside it stood a mister and Missus Lofton of Fort Smith. The outlaws had forced them from their car, loaded half a dozen rifles in several boxes of ammunition, and sped on. They were only a few minutes ahead. Swiftly the possemen pushed on persons along the way, kept them posted on the progress of the fugitives.

1:26:13 Suddenly news came that caused the searchers to shout for joy. The desperadoes had turned into a mountain trail near Winslow. It was a dead ended road. The slayers had driven into a natural trap. Eagerly the man hunters went on. Soon they saw the banded car, they formed a circle, weapons ready, they closed in, but there was no deadly charge from outlawed guns. The killers were in the underbrush on foot. The pursuit was so close they'd left behind their weapons and ammunition. At the most they had only revolvers.

1:26:43 Anxiously pressing the advantage, possemen swarmed over the mountain side. Meanwhile, Sheriff John B. Williams of Sebastian County was visited by a physician who'd treated a redheaded woman for burns and a tourist camp near Fort Smith. She gave a name of missus Ruth McCrae of Houston, Texas. Could she be Bonnie Parker? Sheriff Williams investigated. He learned that the Barrel gang, including the mysterious third man, had arrive at the camp at three o'clock on the morning of June fifteenth, and had left at ten forty the night of June twenty third, shortly after the shooting at Almah.

1:27:13 Investigation of the car abandoned at Almah revealed it was stolen at Hutchinson, Kansas, on June fourteenth, apparently after releasing the officer kidnapped at Wellington, Texas. The gang had hidden in the Texas Panhandle. A day or two afterwards, they swung into western Kansas, then circled the Arkansas Ozarks, and probably crossed part of Oklahoma. It seemed that The gang was finally at the mercy of law enforcement, who regarded it as only a matter of hours until they closed in on them. Bonnie Parker was in too painful a condition to travel well.

1:27:41 The killers, almost unarmed, were a foot in territory well known to the posseman. Through the night, possemen searched the brush. Morning found them still pushing on in the direction of Winslow. Suddenly news came that indicated the bandits were still in the vicinity. Missus John Rogers heard steps in the yard of her mountain home. Stepping out, she met two men who appeared tired, torn clothes and unshaved faces. Told her they'd spent some time in the brush. Sensing that the men were fleeing something, she started back in the house, whipping out a revolver.

1:28:10 One of the men stopped her. Give us the keys to your car, he commanded, I'll not do it, and you can't make me. The terrified woman bravely defied them with a snarl of rage. The second outlaw picked up a chain from the ground. Savagely, he brought it down across the back and shoulders of the helpless woman. But Missus Rogers made no outcry, now, will you give them to us? No, No, I won't, not if you kill me again and again the chain fell. The desperado did not relent until his victims sank to the ground, hardly conscious.

1:28:40 If you won't give us the keys, we'll fix the car so nobody can use it. The bandits gave the car a shove. It rolled toward the brink of a fifty foot cliff. Exerting all her strength, the woman staggered to her feet and ran toward the car. A revolver was leveled at her. Don't touch it, or will kill you. Missus Rogers paid no attention. She climbed on the right board, gave the steering wheel a twist, and sent the car against a tree. When she looked around, the outlaws were fleeing into the woods at the rear of her home.

1:29:07 My goodness, Missus Rogers is a freaking hero. That woman is so brave. There was a rustling of the underbrush at her back. Posseman streamed out of the woods, halting, only to hear Missus Rogers's story. The manhunters rushed on. With the memory of the bruised woman freshened their minds. They were in no mood to deal gently with the beasts of prey that fled before them. While possemen circled the district adjoining the Rogers home and began to close in on their quarry. A man followed doctor Julian Fields along the streets of Enid, Oklahoma.

1:29:35 When doctor Fields went into his home, he left his medicine kit in his car parked on the curb. The man stepped to the car, hastily examined the kit, slipped under the steering wheel, and drove away. A fellow fitted the description of Clyde Barrow was Bonnie Parker, receiving treatment for her burns somewhere near Enid. It seemed likely Enlisting the aid of volunteers, officers began a foot by foot investigation of the territory round Enid. Success at last seemed within reach. The outlaws were on the run.

1:30:05 They'd left nearly all their guns behind. A few hours at most should see them captured. And then a small bandit burst into the National Guard armory at Enid and escaped with fifty army automatics and armloads of ammunition uh oh. He was identified as Clyde Barrow, Clyde was preparing to make a last desperate effort to save his trapped brother, the mysterious man with him, and of course, to protect the badly burned and injured Bonnie Parker with a small arsenal of death dealing weapons in their possession.

1:30:37 Where will the outlaw barrows strike next? How many more lives will be snuffed out before these desperadoes are captured? Is Bonnie Parker through or will she again play a part in the murderous depredations of the Vicious Gang. We'll find out as Kind of Murdery continues after the break

1:31:04 and welcome back everyone. Thank you for taking a moment to support the brands who support Kind of Murdery. I'm going to jump back into the story pretty quick here. We've got quite a bit to cover, but I quickly wanted to shout out Cody Pearce from Belton, Texas, who will be my next sticker recipient. And also I wanted to shout out Brian Vegso from Las Vegas, Nevada. Thank you Cody and Brian for being such good friends of the show. Okay, I also have three quick reminders that I feel like I was remiss not mentioning in Thursday's episode.

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1:33:49 And with that, it's time to get back to the desperate flight of the Bloody Barrow Gang. Wheels, barrows and blood. The bad Lands romance of Bonnie and Clyde resumes now. Success at last seemed within reach. The outlaws were on the run. They'd left nearly all their guns behind. A few hours at most should see them captured. And then a small bandit burst into the National Guard Armory at Enid and escaped with fifty Army automatics and armloads of ammunition. Oh He was identified as Clyde Barrow. Clyde was preparing to make a last desperate effort to save his trapped brother, the mysterious man with him, and of course, to protect the badly burned and injured Bonnie Parker.

1:34:40 Every precaution was taken to guarantee that the possemen would be able to match arms with the Bloody Barrows. Scores of rifles and a dozen machine guns were rushed into the mountains. Scouts were sent ahead of the main body of the Posse to guard against ambush. Everyone regarded a battle as imminent. In the midst of this almost military movement, a story came to us through underworld informers in Dallas, hundreds of miles away, Clyde Barrow, it's being whispered in various dives, had reached his brother Buck.

1:35:09 They had slipped through the posse lines in the dark and were speeding north with the weapons stolen from the Enid Armory, intending to release a brother from the federal penitentiary at Levenworth, Kansas. We'd never heard before that there was a Barrow in Levenworth and considered the story a ruse to divert our attention from the manhunt. Nevertheless, we notified the United States Bureau of Investigation, which sent agents to Leavenworth to investigate. They found a man named Barrow in prison, but after exhaustive examination, proved he was not related to the killers.

1:35:39 The careful search in the Ozarks extended into two days. Then, on July eighteenth, nineteen thirty three, three men and two women in a Ford sedan swept into Fort Dodge, Iowa, and robbed three filling stations in quick succession. Victims went to the office of Willis Bellknapp, chief of the Police Bureau of Identification, and identified pictures of the barrows, Blanche Calledwell Barrow and Bonnie Parker. They were unable to point out the third man, Bonnie Parker, they said, still wore bandages on her arms.

1:36:06 Word that the Barrel gang was back in that part of the state spread quickly. The next morning, a farmer reported to Police Chief John P. McCray that a group fitting the description of the Bandits had camped on his place several days prior to the robberies. The chief found the camp site strewn with bandages smeared with salv A physician identified the ointment as a brand commonly used in the treatment of burns. Hours before Chief the Craye visited the camp near Fort Dodge. Three men and two women in a Ford sedan drove to the Red Crown Cabin camp at the junction of United States Highway seventy one and Missouri State Highway number fifty nine, six miles southeast of Platte City, Missouri.

1:36:40 It was ten o'clock the night of July eighteenth. The car stopped at twin cabins connected by a double garage. The men and one woman remained in the car. The second woman, whose hair was red and who wore bandages on her arms sounds like Bonnie Parker to me, rented the cabins for the night from Delbert Crabtree attended to the filling station operated in conjunction with the tourist camp. She paid in small change. Two men and one woman moved into the cabin on the left as one faced the building. The other man and a woman took the cabin on the right.

1:37:10 The car was running the garage at once and the doors were closed shortly. The red haired woman returned to the filling station and purchased five sandwiches and five bottles of beer. Again she paid in small change. The cabin rental was renewed the next day by the red haired woman, who purchased chicken dinners that came to ten dollars. The bills were paid with nickels, dimes, and quarters. The men and the second woman never showed themselves outside of the cabins. The afternoon of Thursday, June nineteenth, Crabtree related these unusual circumstances to M. D. Hawser, his employer.

1:37:39 That evening, Howser reported the matter to Captain William Baxter, in command of the Kansas City area of the Missouri State Highway Patrol. Suspecting from the descriptions that the gang was the Barrows, Captain Baxter hurried to Platte City to confer with Sheriff Holt Coffee of Platte County. Shortly after Captain Baxter left, a man walked from the left cabin. He waved down a car on the high and rode toward Platte City. He was a small fellow, about five feet seven inches tall. He seemed to be about twenty years old and wore a blue shirt open at the collar.

1:38:08 He wore no hat. Captain Baxter and Sheriff Coffee decided to raid the cabins. The captain took Sergeant Thomas Whitecotton and Patrolman La Ellis from his force. The sheriff called in deputy Sheriffs George Borden and Lincoln Baker, deputy Constables Byron Fisher and Thomas Hullett, and his son Clarence Coffee nineteen, who was not deputized. The group went to the junction to look over the situation and plan the attack. Sheriff Coffee proposed to raid the place at Once Captain Baxter was in favor of waiting for the suspects to emerge, he questioned the legal status of the raid.

1:38:40 The officers had no search warrant. D. R. Clevenger, prosecutor of Platt County, walked into a Platte City drug store about eight o'clock. He noticed a small man at a counter purchasing bandages and salve. The fellow wore a blue shirt open at the collar. A man walked into the store and called the prosecutor. Clevenger say, I noticed there's a lot of officers out there at the junction. What's going on there? Gathering up his purchases? And the man at the counter rushed from the store. Clevenger noticed he was in a hurry, but thought nothing of it.

1:39:07 And then the prosecutor telephoned the howser filling station and asked for the sheriff. You'd better come over here, sheriff copy told him, I don't want to talk over the telephone. Realizing that something was seriously afoot, Clevenger sped to the junction. When he heard the details, he said he believed a raid was justified by the circumstances, but he urged caution, Why take chances? He counseled, Let's call the Jackson County Sheriff at Kansas City and get an armored car out here and some steel shields and machine guns.

1:39:33 If these people are the Barrow Gang, they'll fight us to the death. Chief Deputy Sheriff William G. Schickhard at Kansas City received a call from the Platte County authorities at ten o'clock. He sent Deputy Sheriffs George Highfield, James Thorpe, Lyle Smith, and William Ryan. They traveled in an armored car, carrying two shields big enough for Amanda Crouch behind and two machine guns. Meanwhile, unseen by the officers, the young man who had rushed out of the Platte City drug store crept into his When the Jackson County officers reached the junction, everything seemed quiet.

1:40:03 The lights in the cabins had been out since nine o'clock. Plans for the attack were made. The lights on the filling station were turned off. The signal was given Quickly, Deputy Sheriff high Field blocked the escape and the garage doors opened with the armored car, Deputy Thorpe on the seat beside him focused a spotlight on the left cabin door. Captain Baxter and Sheriff Coffee dashed to the right door. The other officers took their positions, which had been arranged to avoid the danger of crossfire.

1:40:29 Shriff Coffee knocked on the door and called officers, we want to talk to you. To his surprise, an answer came immediately in a woman's voice. Obviously the inmates of the cabin had been awake. Sure thing, Officer. As soon as we get dressed, there was the sound of movement inside. In a moment, the woman spoke again, the men are on the other side. A metallic click came from within. Warned by a Shariff Coffee shouted, you'd better come out. A man screamed, let them have it. There was a roar of gunfire.

1:40:56 Bullets rattled on the steel shields as the officers swung their machine guns in action. Lead poured both ways through the garage doors. Bullets tore into the cabins. The officers were shooting, largely by guests. The desperadoes evidently were firing from the inside doors connecting the cabins with the garages. Sheriff Coffee raised his head above his shield in an effort to definitely locate the bandits. His son, Clarence saw what he was doing, recklessly exposing himself. The boy rushed towards his father.

1:41:20 Keep her head down, Dad, keep her head down. As Sheriff Coffee ducked. A bullet struck him in the neck. He looked toward his son. Suddenly, the boy pitched to the ground. A bullet had smashed into his right arm, and another had struck him in the cheek. Oh no, Furious fire showered on the armored car. Instantly, the officers in it became aware that the bullets from the high powered rifles inside the cabin were penetrating the car's steel sides as though they were paper. Deputy high Filled winced.

1:41:45 I'm hit through both knees, he said calmly to Thorpe. Deputy Thorpe swept his machine gun across the front of the garages, hoping for a chance hit. A bullet broke the window at his head. He started to swing the gun again. It refused to fire. A chip of glass had lodged in the mechanism. Thorpe worked hopelessly at the worthless weapon, tried to get it to work, get out. Highfield said, there's no use both of us getting killed. We're together. Thorpe responded, you handle the steering wheel, I'll shift the gears.

1:42:11 With bullets whizzing around them, the deputies got the car in motion. It backed away from the garage doors. Leads still thudded into the body. A shot short circuited the horn so that it sounded continuously. Believing the horn was a signal of some sort of effort, the other officers rushed toward the car. In that instant of confusion, the bandits burst from their cabins. Flame flashed in the night. As the officers reopened their fire, two women and a man appeared first, the women using mattresses's shields and the man firing two pistols, one with each hand.

1:42:39 A motor sounded inside the garage. A man swung open the garage doors and hopped on the running board. As the car emerged, the women dropped their mattresses with a pistol in each hand, they joined the battle. Suddenly, a woman's scream pierced the air. One of the men pitched on his face. Okay, gotta pause for a second and just say I don't want to glorify the law breaking and the murder and the robbery and everything that the Bloody Barrows gang did. But I just got the most badass mental picture in my head of these two women throwing down the mattress shields and pulling out a gun in each hand from behind the mattresses and just blazing away in their nineteen thirties dresses.

1:43:20 I mean, John wu needs to direct a Bonnie and Clyde movie. This is an incredible scene. Okay, back to it. The women dropped their mattresses with a pistol in each hand and joined the battle. Suddenly, a woman's scream pierced the air. One of the men pitched on his face, still using one pistol. A woman jerked him to his feet with her free hand. He staggered toward the car. The officers closed in again. The man fell. This time he game the car. It roared toward the highway. The officers riddled it with bullets, but it did not stop.

1:43:48 The windshield shattered as it reached the highway, and for a moment it careened crazily. A woman screamed in pain. The car was righted and sped away in the direction of Platte City. Clarence Coffee was rushed to Anthony Hospital in Kansas City, Kansas, and Deputy Highfield was taken to Saint Joseph's Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri. Neither was critically wounded. Sheriff Coffee did not stop to have his own wound dressed. Believing the outlaws would pass through Platte City. In an effort to reach Saint Joseph, Missouri, he telephoned Platt City.

1:44:15 Guards were quickly posted at the entrances to the city. When the desperadoes did not appear there within a few minutes, it was evident they had turned off the main highway, leaving strict orders that nothing in the cabins was to be disturbed. Sheriff Coffee and his posse of officers set out to recover the trail of the gunmen. Cleave Burrell, a farmer living four miles east of Platte City, told the sheriff he had been awakened after midnight by two men and two women who asked to borrow a motor car jack.

1:44:39 One of the women had red hair. He went to get the jack. When he returned with it, the callers were gone. Burrell went back to bed. An hour later, he was awakened again by the same persons. They changed a wheel on their car and left the old wheel beside the road. It was identical to the wheels on the car in which the gangsters had fled. The farmer was positive there was no third man in the car. Sheriff Coffee was certain Burrel's visitors had been the gang but what had become of the third man? Had the bandit who felt the cabin been fatally wounded, had he been tossed beside the road or hastily buried For the moment, all efforts were directed toward answering those questions.

1:45:12 About daybreak, the searchers found a bloody dress and a pasture not far from the borough home. It was so stained its original color could not be determined. Wow, that's a lot of blood. Four holes, apparently made by buckshot, were in the upper part Near the dress. A bloodstained newspaper was spread on the ground. Fresh car tracks led up to it, as though a wounded person had been stretched out on the paper and treated under light from the car. Sheriff Coffee believed the bandits had left the wounded man in the pasture while they changed the wheel, returning for him later.

1:45:40 But what did the bloody dress mean? Had the woman who screamed been wounded too? The United States Bureau of Investigation had been after the Barrel Gang ever since the robbery of the Enid Armory Sheriff. Coffee now called on that department for help, which was given at once. Federal agents asked all hospitals to bring about the detention of any person seeking treatment for gunshot wounds, cooperating on an effort to trap the gang. WDAF, the radio station of the Kansas City Star, broadcasts the request and descriptions of the fugitives.

1:46:08 Two hundred and seventy exploded shells in the cabins at the junction showed how desperate the resistance of the desperadoes had been. A dozen deserted revolvers indicated how frantic the fight, but nothing was left behind to throw light on the mystery of the identity of the third man. The alarm broadcast by WDAF soon brought results. A motorist near Mount Iyre, Iowa, just north of the Missouri line, came upon a parked car. A man lay on the rear seat. Two men and two women bent over a little fire in front of the car, burning bloody bandages in a bloody dress at the site of the motorists, they leapt into the car and sped away.

1:46:43 Having heard the broadcast, the motorists reported the matter at once. However, a thorough search of the vicinity brought no trace of the fugitives. On Sunday afternoon, July twenty third, Henry Penn, a farmer, was walking through Dexfield Park, an amusement resort midway between Dexter and Redfield Eye, Iowa. He discovered a smoldering campfire. Strewn about were bloody bandages and a bloody automobile map that someone had tried unsuccessfully to burn. His suspicion aroused, Penn reported his find a Special Deputy Sheriff John Love, a member of the Dallas County, Iowa Vigilante.

1:47:16 Love examined the camp site and decided to watch it awhile from the cover of some brush nearby. Later in the afternoon, three men and two women drove to the camp in two cars, one of which was a Ford Sedan that had been reported stolen earlier in the day from Edward Stoner of Perry, Iowa. Special Deputy Love telephone. Sheriff c A Knee of Adol, who had been conducting a search for the Barrow Gang with the deputy Sheriff's Burger and Chase Knee rushed to dexter. The descriptions Love gave him convinced the sheriff that those in the park were the Texas Desperadoes.

1:47:44 Quickly, Sheriff Knee called together his deputies, and Love summoned dozens of the vigilante. A circle of heavily armed men was thrown about the twenty acres of the resort. However, Sheriff Nee knew the previous record of the gang. While the men already gathered stood guard, the sheriff began assembling the largest force of manhunters in the history of the state. He appealed to the sheriffs of surrounding counties, the Iowa National Guard, the Des Moines Police, and the Iowa State Bureau of Investigation.

1:48:07 Within an hour, scores of men were rushing toward the scene of the coming battle by car, motorcycle, and airplane. They carried rifles, riot guns, revolvers, automatics, and machine guns. Some had tear gas bombs. As the officers began to congregate in large numbers. Words spread that the barrel gang at last was surrounded and helpless before superior arms and numbers. Citizens by the dozens joined the posse with their rabbit guns. Despite all the excitement caused by the mustering of men, it was accomplished so quietly that the gangsters were unaware it was taking place.

1:48:37 The guards were drawn so closely about the camp that they could see the flickering of the campfire and could hear the sound of men working on a motor car. By daylight, the mobilization was completed. Guards were posted on every road that a motor car could possibly travel. Escape for the killers seemed impossible. Shortly before six o'clock, the posse spread out and closed in quietly as possible. The man hunter slipped from tree to tree in a moment they could see their quarry. The men stood about smoking cigarettes.

1:49:05 One of the women was frying eggs, the other was making coffee. Suddenly, one of the women glimpsed a form moving among the trees. She screamed a warning. Coppers coffee spilled into the fire, pans clouded on the ground. Possemen stepped into the open with cries of halts, springing into action, the entire gang snatched up automatic pistols and opened fire. Leaping back to escape the deadly barrage, the possemen took shelter behind trees and fallen logs. From all sides. There came a withering volley.

1:49:31 That blast was the first indication the bloody Barrows had of the size of the force about them. They were seized with panic, Almost falling over one another, they tumbled into one of their cars. Madly, they dashed through the woods, with Clyde at the wheel. Every tree seemed to harbor a posseman. Hundreds of guns roared. The car was riddled. Before it had gone a dozen yards. A bullet ripped into Clyde's arm. The car swerved out of control and banged into a stump. The left front wheel crumpled. Running through a hail of lead, the desperate climbed into the other car again.

1:50:01 They were swept by blistering fire. They saw they could not stay in the car and live. After fifty yards, not a window remained. There was hardly a space as big as a man's hand that was not bullet marked. Miraculously escaping death, the outlaws piled out of the car. Clyde, Bonnie, Parker, and the third man ran north through the woods, fighting desperately. Possemen raced after them. Buck Barrow dropped behind a stump, his wife beside him. Each had a pistol. Officers circled around them called for them to surrender, with a curse go to hell.

1:50:29 Buck gave his answer. His gun barked, his wife's echoed it. They had elected to fight to the end. The guns around them spit fire. A bullet whipped the pistol from Blanche's hand. Buck winced, crawling closer to her killer husband. Blanche handed him a clip of shells for the automatic. He jammed them into the gun and emptied it again. The posse's hot fire went on uninterrupted. Soon the hand that passed the clips to Buck was bleeding. Blanche began to scream hysterically. Her husband slumped his lead thudded into him, yet he would not surrender.

1:51:05 In a daring rush, Doctor H. W. Keller of des Moines, a National Guardsman, closed with Barrow. The killer raised his weapon, but it was knocked from his hand. Doctor Keller pressed the muzzle of a rifle against the Banda's chest. The desperado wilted. Six bullets were in his body, and there was an older open wound in his head. State Agent Forbes and others seized Blanche, fighting like a tigress against being led away. She screamed, don't you die, Daddy, don't you die. Clyde, Bonnie, Parker, and the unidentified third man fought desperately each step through the woods, darting from brush clump to brush clump.

1:51:38 They made difficult targets, and they were shooting with deadly accuracy. Deputy Sheriff Rags Riley of Pope County, a veteran officer, tried to rush the trio. When they paused a second for breath. Taking deliberate aim, Clyde fired. Riley sprawled. Blood appeared on his forehead. A cry of rage went up from his comrades. They believed he'd been fatally wounded. In a moment, he sat up an emptied revolver at the outlaws. He'd merely been stunned. Suddenly, the third man broke away from Clyde and Bonnie and dashed toward a bridge near the park entrance.

1:52:07 Deputy Sheriff Burger and e a place of dexter stepped from their cover and shouted, get your hands up quick, don't shoot. The man screamed, quick as a flash, he dived behind a tree. Bullets flew about the possemen, but they held their ground. Gradually they flanked the fugitive and drove him from cover. Running for his life, he overtook Clyde and Bonnie. Together, they raced toward a creek that skirted the north side of the park. On the opposite bank was a cornfield. If they could reach that, they might possibly escape.

1:52:33 On the other hand, if they made the attempt, they would have to cross about fifty yards of open space. For a moment, they appeared undecided. Hasty words were exchanged. They decided to take the chance. The posseumen saw their intention with a burst of speed. They tried to close in. However, the desperadoes already were in the water to their breasts. Halting at the edge of the clearing, the posemen took careful aim. Water splashed Bonnie Parker screamed and sank. Clyde tried to drag her up, but his disabled arm was equal to the task.

1:53:00 Pushing barrow ahead, the other man gathered Bonnie in his arms just as the posse fired again. They scampered up the north bank and disappeared into the cornfield waiting the stream. The man hunters pushed after them. Balley Fellers, his son Marvel, and Walter Spiller's, a neighbor, stood in the barnyard at the Feller's farm north of the park, listening to the battle in the distance. Suddenly the shooting stopped. In a few minutes, a bloodstained man stepped out of the nearby cornfield and leveled a pistol how on a motor car.

1:53:26 Quick he panted, Fellers directed the man to his plymouth sedan. The fellow whistled. A second man came out of the cornfield carrying a woman who moaned in pain, go help him get her in the car. When Bonnie had been loaded in, the gangsters drove away. Sheriff Knee sent out a general alarm by telephone when he learned of the escape. Possees were organized in all the towns around. Soon word came that the fugitives had been sighted in Dale, fourteen miles northwest. Arriving there with a group of des Moines police officers, the sheriff was informed that the suspected car had passed through Panora eight miles on.

1:53:58 State officers swarmed over the territory about Panora in airplanes, the police scouted the roads on motorcycles. A hastily organized posse swept over the countryside, but beyond Panora the trail was lost. However, within a few minutes, Sheriff Knee received information that the lost trail had been the wrong one. After all, instead of going northwest, the desperadoes had gone east. They had evaded the dragnet. There was no doubt of that, So hold on a second. The bandits have escaped this massive posse that's completely encircled them in the woods, stolen a plymouth from a nearby farmer, which presumably the sheriff knows about, almost immediately after they drive away, and yet somehow the wrong car is spotted going the wrong direction minutes later.

1:54:45 Give me a break. Come on, guys, you got this, or apparently you don't got this. Bonnie and Clyde once again are on the run. At Folk City, about twenty miles from Des Moines. They robbed George Albright, a filling station attendant, and exchanged the feller's plymouth for Albright's Chevrolet. The outlaws were going north when they left Polk City. Believing they were headed for des Moines, the officers centered their efforts in that vicinity. Five posses set out from des Moines, examining every barn and other possible hiding place.

1:55:13 Park A. Findley, chief of State Agents, cruised over the district in an airplane. Two hundred possemen and cars followed him on the ground. Suddenly, Finley's plane dipped low. It was the signal that the fugitives had been sighted. He directed the posse to a ravine near Guthrie Center. Spreading out, the manhunters surrounded the indicated spot, but all the advantage was with the outlaws. They were in a sheltered position, sending for an armored car to shield them in the rush against this natural stronghold.

1:55:40 The possemen waited. In a surprising desperate rush, the killers dashed past the inexperienced civilians. Late that evening came a report that two men with banded heads and a woman apparently unable to walk, had been seen in a ravine near Sutherland, Iowa, northwest of Dexter, in about fifty miles south of the Minnesota line. Federal officers joined the state and county men at Sutherland shortly after sundown. Led by park A. Findley adjunct General Charles Grawl of the Iowa National Guard, United States Marshal Fred Hurd, and O. C. Dewey, a United States Bureau of Investigation agent from Des Moines, the officers pushed into the ravine.

1:56:16 They went as far as the Little Sioux River without finding a trace of the fugitives. The next day, HUGO. Sagow, an insurance dealer at Dennis and, Iowa, about ninety miles northwest of Dexter, was sitting in his office when a man walked in and asked for a doctor. Segou explained his business and told the man where to find a physician. The fellow backed out of the insurance office. That night, Sigal saw the man's picture in the newspaper. It was Clyde Barrow. Immediately Chief State Agent Finley was notified.

1:56:44 At about the same time, Finley received a report from another man in Denison that removed all doubt in his mind that Barrow had been the man seen there. A highly nervous man, apparently in a great hurry, entered a Denison drug store Stanley Bailey, the pharmacist waited on him. The fellow purchased a hypodermic needle and ran from the building. Bailey, like segu recognized him by the pictures in the paper. This knowledge, for the time centered the search around Denison. The purchase of the hypodermic needle indicated to officers that Bonnie Parker was the most seriously wounded of the escaped trio and was suffering acute pain and possibly was near death in some nearby hideout.

1:57:21 All physicians were worned to report gunshot wound cases. Although the search was kept up in all sections of Iowa for a week, all trace of the gang was lost for the moment. After the capture of Buck and Blanche Barrow, officers placed a guard over them and examined the bullet ridden cars. One of them was the car stolen at Perry. The other belonged to the Enid doctor. His medicine kit was still in it. From one of the cars, officers drew an old pair of trousers that had been converted into a sack trouser sack that sounds handy.

1:57:50 In this improvised bag were thirty four Army automatic pistols, which were identified by their serial numbers as part of the weapons taken in the robbery of the Enid armor. In addition, two Browning automatic rifles were in the car, as well as an old rubber tube filled with ammunition. The army pistols were turned over to the government men, who at once sent them to merle A Gill, Kansas City ballistics expert, to be checked in connection with several slayings in the Southwest. Now captured along with his wife Blanche, it was playing to the officers that Buck's condition was critical.

1:58:22 He had lost much blood from his fresh wounds, and the old wound on his head was badly infected. It was thought best to question him at once, presumably before he died. Buck denied one by one all the crimes charged against him. The wound in his head, he explained, was the result of a quarrel in a tourist camp at Fort Dodge, Iowa, and not of the gun battle with officers at Platte City. He claimed to have purchased the guns from a soldier at Fort Still, Oklahoma, for one hundred and fifty dollars. Seeing he was not ready to talk, officers ordered him taken to the King's Daughter's Hospital at Perry, where a heavy guard was placed over him.

1:58:57 Surgeons, after a brief examination, said he had little chance to live. Blanche was wearing a riding habit and a pair of goggles. When the goggles were removed, it was discovered that she was suffering from a serious injury to her left eye. She said something had blown into it. The woman was so hysterical and abusive that she could not be questioned properly, so she was taken to the Dallas County Jail at Adele, Iowa. I love how they just describe her as hysterical and abusive when they've also told us that she's likely blind in one eye now and her husband, who we know is the love of her life, because after all, she was a law abiding country girl who got him out of jail and set him straight, but loved him enough to become his gangster mal So her beloved husband's about to die, she's now blind in one eye, and she's described just as hysterical and abusive.

1:59:48 I imagine she was in a pretty heightened emotional state. I mean, this sounds like a pretty difficult situation. Sure, she made her own bed but still come on. So they couldn't question Blanche and sent her to the the Dallas County Jail at adel Iowa. Because there were no quarters for women at Adele, she was transferred to the County jail at Des Moines. After she had spent several hours there, another attempt was made to question her. Still she was defiant. Good for her. I mean, I'm not exactly rooting for the criminals here, but you got to admire the moxie, you just do so.

2:00:21 Still Blanche was defiant. She denied being present at the Joplin murders, although she had left her marriage certificate behind to see Moxie. She denied she knew the names of the persons who'd escaped in the fight at the park. She denied she knew any of the crimes committed by her husband. She denied everything and was placed alone in a cell to think things over. Nick news of the capture of Buck and Blanche Barrow caused many persons to hurry to Perry in Des Moines. Buck's mother began a race with death for his bedside.

2:00:51 Sheriff Maxie and Deputy Sheriff Saliers wanted to question him about the murder of Marshall Humphrey near Almah, Arkansas, detected the graph of Joplin, wished to ask him about what went down in his town. Sheriff Thomas B. Bash, which is one of the best names I've ever heard. Tommy B. Bash of Jackson County, Missouri, wanted more details about the attack on his men in Platte City. A mission in connection with that same crime caused Shriff Coffee and Prosecutor Clevenger of Platte County to make the trip.

2:01:18 While it turns out Gallon's a moxie or no, a few hours alone in her cell succeeded in softening Blanche Barrow. Federal agents who questioned her were smiling when they emerged. The congregated officers waiting in the corridors knew without being told that she had talked. The United States Bureau of Investigation, through confidential sources, had been informed sometime before of the probable identity of the mysterious third man in the Barrow gang. Blanche had been shown a picture of the suspected man.

2:01:48 The man she named was Herbert Blythe of Oklahoma, who sometimes was known as Hubert bly or Jack Sherman. Blythe had served one prison term of two years for burglary in Creek County, Oklahoma. In nineteen twenty nine, a federal pickup order was issued for him. His name blazed across the front pages of newspapers throughout the Southwest. Prosecutor Clevenger of Platt County shook his head when he saw the picture. He remembered the man who'd been in the drug store at Platte City the night of the battle at the junction.

2:02:16 Meanwhile, detected to Graf went to des Moines to pick up missing details in the story of the murders at Joplin. He found Blanche Barrow to be a typical gunman's mall. One moment, she was polite and consider it. The next she was starling and cursing. When they made her understand that the evidence against the Barrow gang was conclusive. Whether she talked or not, she indicated a willingness to discuss certain phases of the case, but she steadfastly refused to give any information that would help the police punish the persons who helped hide the killers.

2:02:44 After their murders, Blanche said she and Buckett joined Clyde Bonnie and the third man, who she called Jack Sherman and a tourist camp in Arkansas, just south of the Missouri line. They came to Joplin at once, and Blanche arranged the rental of the living quarters above the garage. The prisoners said she was preparing dinner when the fight started. Buck was upstairs with her. Bonnie was writing the Suicide sal poem, which I read for you guys a couple episodes ago, and Clyde and Sherman were downstairs.

2:03:12 The first inkling of trouble that came to those upstairs was a burst of gunfire. Snatching up weapons, the entire gang joined in the fight. Blanche, never having been under fire before, became hysterical and ran from the house. She was dragged into the car as the gang escaped. She said Jack Sherman had been shot through the kidney by Sergeant Collar and had been treated by an underworld surgeon, whose name she refused to divulge. Sherman, she said, still carried a prominent scar. The few details that the police obtained were picked up one at a time.

2:03:42 For a second, Blanche would talk readily, then she'd become stubborn. She seemed to be laboring under the delusion that she would be rescued by other members of the gang. More than once, she told Detective mcgraf, they'll get me out of here, you see. If they don't, all right, Graff promised her, we'll see. Prosecutor Clever found her in a little better mood. She admitted readily that she'd been in the fight at the junction. The gang, she hinted, had been warned of the impending raid by Jack Sherman when he returned from Platte City, where he'd gone to purchase bandages and ointment for the treatment of burns received by Bonnie near Wellington, Texas.

2:04:16 The old wound in Buck's head, she admitted, had been suffered in that fight. Her own eye had been injured when officers shot the windshield from the bandit car as it reached the highway. She insisted that no other member of the gang was wounded. The bloody dress found in the pasture near the Bertle farm, belonging to Bonnie Parker, and had been used to wrap Buck's wound. Clevenger drew from the woman a vivid picture of the life lived by the outlaws, Realizing that they faced almost certain death if taken alive.

2:04:42 The Barrow brothers had sworn never to surrender and never to desert each other. Blanche was bitter over what she considered to be the desertion of Buck by Clyde and Bonnie, fearing that underworld acquaintances might turn them over to the authorities for the sake of the reward for their arrest. The gunmen were afraid to day in one place more than a day or two at a time. Stealing one car after another, they dashed madly about the country, never enjoying a moment free from worried. Always they had to remain alert and on guard.

2:05:12 The money they needed to finance their long trips and to purchase food they obtained by robberies, most of them petty raids on filling stations. Blant said that only a small part of all the robberies the gang had committed had actually been charged to them. When some member of the gang was injured or wounded, the gang would hide in some secluded spot while Blanche or some physician of the underworld nursed the ailing member back to health. Knowing that sooner or later there would come a bloody meeting with the officers of the law, the killers practiced their shooting as regularly as the members of a big city police department.

2:05:44 Every other day without fail. The whole gang had target practice generally along the road. After several conferences, it was decided that Blanch should be returned to Platte County to face a charge of assault with intent to kill. Sheriff Coffee Prosecutor cleveng Or arrived at Platte City with Blanche on Tuesday, July twenty sixth. The next day, newspapers screamed a new sensational development in the case. A worker in the oil fields near Snowmack, Oklahoma slipped up to Deputy Sheriff Harry Gideon and informed him in an excited voice that Herbert Blythe was in a store right down the street.

2:06:17 Hastily calling Deputy Sheriff's Cliff Woodson, Harve Weatherford and Bob Short, Gideon led them to the store. The man, under suspicion, had his back to them as they entered the store, and they were able to approach him unobserved. Outspread in the man's hand was a newspaper carrying an account of the escape of the desperadoes in the fight near Dexter, Iowa, and proclaiming the fact that Blythe had been named as the third man. Pinning the man's arms at his side, the officers searched him. They found a flashlight, a big roll of bills, and a bundle containing several pairs of new trousers.

2:06:44 Readily admitting that he was Blythe, the fellow denied indignantly that he was in the gunfight or that he even was acquainted with the Barrow brothers. He said he had been visiting around Snowmack for three weeks. Federal agents returned Blythe to Arkansas in an effort to connect him with the murder of Marshall Humphrey at almin and began to check on his story. The longer they checked, the more apparent it becan that the man had been around Snowmak. On the other hand, Blanche Barrow had been so positive in her identification, what was a miss?

2:07:11 Prosecutor Clevenger was asked to assist in unraveling the mystery. He questioned Blanche anew concerning the third man. A malicious gleam came into her eyes and a taunting smile played around her lips when she learned that Herbert Blythe was under arrest. I told you my Blathe, or as I call him, Jack Sherman, has a scar from a bullet wound. Has this man? Prosecutor clevenger knew already that the federal men had failed to find the scar Blanche described to them. And my Blithe is only eighteen years old, Blanche laughed, The guy you have is too old.

2:07:39 Deeper investigation convinced officials that Blythe was not implicated in any of the gunfights charged to the Barrow gang. It did develop, however, that he was wanted in Oklahoma for robbery, and he was returned to that state. Blanche had evaded close questioning about the identity of the mysterious third man by identifying the first photograph shown her her husband. Buck Barrow grew progressively weaker from the moment he entered the hostel, his reserve strength sapped by his fresh wounds. The infection and the old wounds spread despite the best efforts of attending physicians.

2:08:07 Soon the desperado realized he was dying. Dropping all his pretense, he confessed to the crimes charge to him, although he refused to name the men implicated with him. A pained smile twisted his face as he faced Deputy Saliers, whom he had not seen since the bloody day on the highway near Alma. You know me, Buck, Deputy Saliers asked him, I couldn't forget you. The outlaw replied, in a weak voice. I was just about to blow your head off when you ran for that house. That was the smartest damn thing you ever did.

2:08:32 Barrow admitted to Saliers that he was the man who fired the shots that killed Marshall Humphrey of Alma, Speeding across the country in a motor car. The mother of the killer fought to reach his bedside before the end. Until the last she had maintained hope that all the things charged against her boys would stand revealed as some ghastly mistake and identity. Even now, her mother's love did not falter. She won the race with death. Shortly before Buck died on July twenty ninth. The body of the Desperado was taken to Dallas.

2:08:58 On July thirty first, members of the family and fifty or more friends gathered at the Sparkman holtz Brand Funeral Chapel. The Reverend Frank P. Daily, pastor of the Cedar Valley Baptist church, read a few passages from the scripture and uttered a brief prayer. At the conclusion of the simple service, the outlaw's first wife fainted. She was revived, and the small procession moved to the West Dallas Cemetery. Sad thutted on the casket top at thirty years of age, Buck Barrow was in a gunman's grave.

2:09:24 While popular public attention immediately after the battle near Dexter, Iowa was given to the dramatic events that followed the capture of Buck and Blanche Barrow, the most intense official attention was given to efforts to capture the members of the gang remaining at large. Two days after the gunfight, Sheriff Thomas B. Bash of Jackson County, Missouri received information that two men who carried machine guns and the marks of wounds had stopped for gasoline at the garage in Independence, Missouri, seven miles east of Kansas City.

2:09:50 The garage attendant followed them. He reported to the sheriff that they'd stopped in a small log cabin three quarters of a mile east of Blue Mills in Jackson County. Heading a party of nine deputy sheriffs sped to the cabin and quickly closed in around it, forcing the door open. The officers rushed in. No one was there, but there was evidence that a meal had been recently prepared in the cabin. Two days later, on July twenty eighth, the bloodstained Chevrolet Sedan was abandoned on the streets of Broken Bow, Nebraska.

2:10:14 In it, officers found a driver's license registered in the name of Molly Albright from Polk County, Iowa. The car was the one stolen from the Polk City filling station attendant by Clyde Barrow and his companions. Another car had been stolen from the street at Broken Bow and was seen to speed west from the city. Several hours after the discovery of the car theft at Broken Bow, United States Bureau of Investigation agents at Kansas City learned that a coupe bearing three persons, two men and a red haired woman had passed through Junction City, Kansas.

2:10:41 At least two of the persons were wearing bandages, and the group made no secret of the fact that it carried a Browning automatic rifle. Still later, John A. Dowd, agent in charge of the Denver office of the United States Bureau of Investigation, traced the car and its occupants to Stockton, Kansas, where three wounded persons were seen on United States Highway number forty just outside the city limits. On the chance that the Outlaws might slip into eastern Colorado and make their way to the comparative safety of some heavily populated cities such as Denver, agent Doubt asked all city police departments to guard the entrance to their towns.

2:11:11 Nevertheless, no new trace of the Outlaws was found until they were reported seen in New Mexico, headed presumably for Texas, seen of their old haunts. The daily news of some fresh trace of the group was broken by the news that Blanche Barrow pleaded guilty to the charges against her and received a sentence of ten years at the Missouri penitentiary, where she was now serving her term. Frank Hardy was later tried for the murder of Doyle Johnson, and the jury was discharged after it failed to reach a verdict.

2:11:35 On August eighteenth, a cafe proprietor and a waitress at Gonzales, Texas, reported to police that Clyde Barrow and a companion had stopped at the cafe for lunch in the days following the fugitive was identified in one or two petty robberies. Then suddenly came information that cheered officials. It was reported that Barrow was loitering around Nagadosh's, Texas, a community familiar to him since boyhood, the district in which he'd set up his target range early in his murderous career. Parties went into the section.

2:12:01 Many stories were heard that seemed to prove the crafty outlaw had been about, but he wasn't caught, nor was the identity of the mysterious man with him learned. It was reported a few days later that Barrow was to keep a rendezvous with relatives near Kilgore, Texas. A trap was set for him there. The meeting was earlier than what had been expected, and the most wanted man in the Southwest escaped again. Holy moly, it's incredible. No matter how much they know or how many men they bring, Clyde seems to always slip away.

2:12:29 As officers continued doggedly on his trail, there was one familiar note missing from all reports concerning him. Bonnie Parker was never mentioned. She seemed to have vanished completely from the picture. Some remembering the fact that Bonnie was carried from the Dexfield Park battle and that Clyde was seen buying hypodermic needles. At the time, thought she was dead, buried in some secret grave, but those who believed that were soon to get the shock of their lives, for Bonnie was still alive and on the rampage.

2:12:54 Where will this two gun red heead strike next? Has she found a new partner in crime or is she still teamed with Clyde Barrow? Must moral lives be sacrificed before these two are caught find out after the break? All right, welcome back. As always, Thank you for taking the time to support the brands that support kind of murdery as I often do. There's a couple things I'd like to talk about quickly before we jump back into the story. First, I'd like to remind you of the phone number, the three digit phone number nine eight eight, which you can call to receive suicide, substance abuse, or mental health related counseling.

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2:16:45 So here we go. September twenty fifth, nineteen thirty three, a man and a woman slipped into McKinney, Texas as that little town drowsed at noontime. The couple raced down the main street with reckless daring and rushed into a small grocery store, flourishing weapons and shouting curses. The man and his woman could panions, snatched a handful of small change from the cash till, and escaped, taking the operator of the place as a hostage. News of the raids spread anxiety for the safety of the grocer was great.

2:17:10 From the description witnesses gave of the fleeing bandits officers were certain that Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker had come out from hiding. Car loads of searchers spread over the highways. About two hours later, the grocer was released unharmed. He was positive that he'd been a captive of a desperate pair. You know, I do have to say about Bonnie and Clyde. As much as they murder lots of people and sometimes for very little gain, I give them a small amount of credit because they don't seem to murder when it's not necessary.

2:17:37 They don't hesitate to murder when it's expedient. But they don't seem to kill just for killing's sake, and that's something. About two hours later, the grocer was released unharmed. He was positive that he'd been a captive of a desperate pair. He related that the wounds Bonnie had received in the gun battle at Dexter, Iowa had not healed. The mcineansident gave us an inkling of a remarkable change that had occurred, a change that was to prove decidedly important days to come. Bonnie Parker, who had passed many grueling tests, fighting like a wounded tiger in a pinch.

2:18:05 Now was accepted as an efficient criminal partner by Barrow. Often he used to leave Bonnie in the car while he and another man committed crimes. Now Bonnie was at his side. The fact that Barrow had dared to commit such a petty robbery when he was the object of such a wide search convinced the manhunters on his trail that he was sorely pressed for funds. Since he had not obtained them in the grocery robbery, it was only reasonable to fear that he would strike again soon where would it be Certainly he would not travel far.

2:18:32 Every officer alert the whole state of Texas waited for the strike, and sure enough it came. Soon Barrow and the cigar smoking Bonnie swept through a small grocery store in fort Worth, and with the old time Barrow luck escaped again. But again the loot was too small, far too small to satisfy Barrow. Of that, everyone felt certain the constant watch was not relaxed. But if Barrow committed any robberies in the several weeks to follow, they were not credited to him. Again, he dropped from sight October pass with no word from him.

2:19:01 Then, on November eighth, nineteen thirty three, a slight, short woman dressed neatly in somber colored fall clothing, loitered a few moments in front of the McMurray oil refinery near Overton, Texas. A group of truck drivers worked at a loading rack near the plant's offices. Certainly it was no place for a hold up, and none was feared. The woman disappeared for a few moments. When she returned, two men were with her. They wore smoked glasses. A sharp command rang out, get your hands up. Ugly muzzles of machine guns commanded the workers.

2:19:30 The husky truck drivers were herded together and forced into the refinery office. He saw he had no chance to resist. Without a word, he turned over two thousand dollars to the bandit crew. Still, the trio was not ready to leave. Tearing a small safe from its mooring, they hammered it open, ransacked that, and escaped in a motor car. Bonnie Parker was identified one of the men fitted the description of Barrow, and the third man was considered to be the mystery man who had moved through the story of the Barrow Gang since the Joplin affair in which Constable Harriman and Detective mcguinnis were slain.

2:19:58 Following the resurfacing of Bonnie and police were optimistic that capture of the Bandit gang was only a matter of hours away. The last three crimes charge of the Barrow Gang had been committed within a comparatively narrow radius. There had been none of those wild cross country sweeps that had marked their earlier activities. The bandits left the refinery in a Ford V eight coup headed southward in the direction of Dallas. Witnesses obtained the license number Oklahoma for eight five Dash three seven zero.

2:20:23 While Dallas police guarded all roads into the city and Texas Highway Police scoured the highways, other officers started checking the license. They found it had been issued to Glenn Daniels from Wua Rica, Oklahoma, whose car had been stolen from the street at Wichita Falls, Texas, earlier in the month. But again, the almost fabulous, incredible Barrow luck held. Nothing was heard from them for several days. Then the most astonishing news of the whole manhunt reached police ears an informant whose name must remain.

2:20:51 An official secret told Dallas police that relatives of Barrow were making funeral arrangements for him at a local undertaking parlor. Could it be that the bloody crime trail had come to an end at last? Hopefully? Officers followed up this startling news. They found that it was true. Relatives of Barrow had been seen at an undertaker and made funeral arrangements. Police telephoned every few minutes to inquire has the body come in yet? But hours passed and the body did not come. Tracing the telephone calls, officers learned from where their relatives were calling.

2:21:20 Hurrying, they found a sorrowing group. Barrow was not dead yet, officers were told, But that was virtually the extent of the information. Suffering acutely from gunshot wounds received at Dexter, he was awaiting death in the underbrush in a secluded hide out within twenty five miles of Dallas. That much the relatives would reveal. But no more. Does it sound to anyone else like there's an ambush being set up here? Apparently it doesn't sound that way to law enforcement. Police and deputy sheriffs speeded to the outskirts of the city, working in a widening circle, they searched every possible hiding place they came across.

2:21:52 An ambulance waited for the call that would send it after Barrow the relatives, apparently believing that death was only hours away, officers stayed on the job, but the hours grew into days. Finally, there was disheartening news. The cat like desperado had recovered his strength so far that he was able to flee to a more secure hiding place. Or maybe he'd never lost his strength and it was foolish to trust the reports of his family stealing a car on the airline road. Clyde and Bonnie were on the way to the Rolling Hills south of Oak Cliff.

2:22:22 There they were reasonably safe from capture. Ragged country, deep ravines and hills densely covered by brush, offered them security. The night of Wednesday, November twenty second, nineteen thirty three, Sheriff Are Schmid of Dallas received a tip the place at which Barrow had been meeting relatives was on the dairy farm of Charles Stovell near Sours, Texas. Knowing that Stovell was a respected citizen, Sheriff Schmid took him into his confidence. The dairyman confided that he'd known for some time that Barrow had been meeting members of his family along the two hundred feet wide airline road.

2:22:50 He pointed out the place on the road where Barrow would park his car often, the farmers said, the car lights would blink on and off. Soon another car would draw alongside. Persons would get out of each car and talk. Delighted with this information, Sheriff Schmid set a trap, taking deputy Sheriffs Bob Alcoren, Ed Caster and Ted Hinton. The sheriff placed them on each side of the wide road. Just at dusk. An hour later, a small sedan drove up. The officers recognized Bonnie Parker at the wheel. The long sought after Barrow and another man were with her.

2:23:18 The car slowed down. The sight of their quarry after so long made the officers less cautious than they ordinarily would have been without waiting for their prey to stop. The officers swooped out of their hiding places and charged the bandit car. In a moment, the air was filled with the blaze of gunfire. A life and death struggle was in process. Glass flew from the Barrow car as the officers opened fire. Revolver bullets chipped the concrete at the feet of the officers, but the threat of death did not stop the manhunters.

2:23:43 Bravely they charged into the fight, but the width of the road gave Bonnie all the chance she needed. Swinging the car from side to side, she fled down the highway while Barrow and the other man in the car continued their deadly barrage. Just as the car was about to get out of rain, Sheriff Schmid took careful aim. His heavy rifle cracked a tire blew out out. The car swayed crazily, but the deaf Bonnie held to the road and made her way to safety. The fight at lasted just a few moments, but in that time the officers had fired seventeen shots and eleven exploded pistol shells were strewn along the road in the path of the barrel car.

2:24:13 Tr James A Lawyer and paul A s Reich, both of Fort Worth, had been to Dallas attending a Masonic Lodge meeting. They were on the way home in James Carr in nineteen thirty two. Ford entirely unaware that anything was amiss, They were astonished when a small car with a flat tire swung across their path. To avoid a wreck, James stopped. Two men and a woman leaped out of the car that blocked the road. All had guns. Get out of there, James and Reich were ordered. Before the men had a chance to obey the outlaws command, one of the men, later identified as the Desperado Clyde Barrow, fired a shotgun into the car.

2:24:44 Flying glass cut both men, but they managed to crawl out. A passing motorist stopped to see what was happening. With a snarl, Barrow's mysterious male partner ordered get back in there before I blow your damned head off. He fired several shots toward the fellow's foot. The frightened onlooker crawled back into car and sped away. Police never heard of him again. Hastily piling into james car, the bandit trio sped on the wounded men. Suspecting the identity of their attackers, climbed into the crippled car, deserted by the Desperadoes, and drove as fast as they dared toward Dallas.

2:25:14 There they received first aid treatment for their cuts and reported to police. Quickly, officers ran out and examined the barrel car. A fresh bloodstain on the running board told them that someone in the car had been wounded. Articles found in the car indicated that Barrow and his companions had been living in a day and night. There were pillows and bedding. Badly soiled clothing told that the dapper killer had come to desperate straits. Bonnie's fir trim could have been left behind, and sitting on top of it was a newspaper carrying a story of the murder of Deputy Sheriff Eugene Moore at Toka, Oklahoma, in which Barrow had participated.

2:25:43 But Bonnie's touch was found more unmistakably in a thumb marked book of poems, ballads of the barroom type, Ace in the Hole, the Kid's Last Fight, the Boston Burglar, the Convict, and the End of the Trail. Obviously, she was still getting that thrill out of her desperate career that led her to write poetry. And if you'd like to read some of Bonnie Parker's poems, while I found some of them at Texas Hideout dot tripod dot com, you can just google it. They'll come up all right back to it. Despite the most strenuous efforts of officers, killer couple Bonnie and Clyde had escaped again.

2:26:17 Personally, I've lost count of how many times. The car Clyde had taken from James was abandoned at Grand Prairie, Texas, but there was no clue as to how the gang had escaped from that point. The day after the brush with Barrows gang on Airline Road, Sheriff Schmid received an underworld tip that set his force on its toes again. Not a breath of what the information amounted to got outside the inner circle of the Sheriff's office, but two trusted deputies, al Corn and Castor left town. The following day, the sheriff made an electrifying announcement the mysterious third man in Barrow's gang was under arrest.

2:26:48 He had been picked up in Houston, Texas. For several hours Sheriff Smid questioned him. Finally, the young desperado broke down in a twenty eight page confession. He set down one of the bloodiest tales in the history of America and policing. The youth under arrest was W. D. Jones, seventeen years old. He'd been with Barrow in all his major gunfights. As evidence that the prisoner was telling the truth, he showed seven fresh scars marks of wounds suffered in the battle with the Posse at Dexter, Iowa.

2:27:14 He also revealed that Clyde Barrow had been badly wounded in that battle, while Buck Barrow mortally wounded and his wife Blanche were captured in the same fight. The story that Jones told will have to be briefed here, but the most skeletonized account is enough to make the hair rise on one's head. Starting Out as a motor car thief, Jones fell in with Barrow. Lured on by the man's reputation, the youth stuck to him. Soon Jones saw Barrow shoot down Doyle Johnson in cold blood at Temple, Texas on December fifth, nineteen thirty two.

2:27:42 From that moment on, he was entirely under the bandit's domination. Barrow would not allow him to leave, forcing him by threats of death to stay with him. The bandit leader held him often by force. Sometimes at night, he would chain him to trees and handcuff him so he could not escape. Speaking freely, the young desperado told how he'd met Clyde, Barrow and Bonnie near the filler station operated by Clyde's father in Dallas a few weeks before Christmas in nineteen thirty two. How would you like to take a ride with me?

2:28:06 Barrow had asked. That ride ended in the murder at Temple when the gang was stealing Johnson's car. That night, with blood fresh on his hands, Barrow was joined by Buck Barrow's wife, Blanche, at a tourist camp outside Temple. Blanche went to town for some bread and eggs, and Clyde and Bonnie Parker planned to rob a grocery store in Temple the next day. I got cold feet, Jones said, and I shook my head at Clyde. He became alarmed and jumped up and swung a shotgun into position. He thought I was warning him that something was up.

2:28:33 When he learned that I was only scared, he cussed me out for being yellow. I told him I wanted to go home. He answered, well, steal yourself a car and go home then, but I was afraid to go. Concurrent with Jones's confession, Frank Hardy was still being held for the murder of Johnson. His first trial for the killing resulted in a hung jury, and it was considered that jones confession had cleared Hardy. Two detectives were sent to Dallas to question Jones in connection with the slags. In Joplin County Prosecutor Ray Watson was structed to immediately start extradition proceedings against Hardy, who had been named as an accomplice of Barrow and Hollis Hale in the bank hold up at Honarago, Missouri.

2:29:07 Hale was sentenced to twenty years in the Missouri State Penitentiary for that crime. Returning to Dallas with Barrow, Jones was not permitted to leave him. Two weeks later, he accompanied Bonnie and Clyde to Fort Worth, Texas, and witnessed the slaying of Deputy Sheriff Malcolm Davis. There. We'd been at the home of Bonnie's mother, the prisoner said, regarding the Davis shooting. We had half a gallon of liquor and we're drinking it pretty freely. Leaving there, we went to Floyd Hamilton's house to see what we could learn about Raymond, who was in jail at Hillsboro.

2:29:34 Then we went to Lily McBride's house to ask about some women. She wasn't there, so we took a girl I had home, and then went to see Clyde's mother. Later we went back to Lily McBride's place again. Lily was in Hillsborough to see if she could get Raymond down. Clyde started in, carrying his pistol and shotguns strapped to his body. It was dark, but I couldn't see anything, but I heard a pistol shot, and then the report of a shotgun. I saw a man fall over. Bonnie had a forty one caliber revolver and she fired it over my should two or three times.

2:30:01 Clyde ran back to the car and we drove away. The escape led toward Grapevine, Texas. According to Jones, Clyde's car miired in the mud near Grapevine, and they gave a farmer three dollars to pull them out with a team. From there, they went to Oklahoma, where they hid for a while in the hills of the eastern part of the state. A little later they went to Missouri, held up a filling station in Springfield, and escaped into Arkansas, where they were joined by Buck and Blanche. From there they went to Joplin, Buck and Blanch occupied one room, Bonnie and Clyde another.

2:30:27 I slept on the couch. We'd just driven into the garage that day when Clyde shouted it's the law. Shots began to ring out in every direction. Clyde and Buck were trying to get the garage open, and I ran to help them when a bullet struck me in the head and I went out. The next thing I remember is that I was riding at high speed into V eight sedan. Clyde was driving, and Bonnie and Blanch were taking care of me. They told me two officers had been killed. We headed for the Texas Panhandle. The shooting was on Friday, and I got no medical attention until Saturday night, when they brought me some alcohol and a sab at Amarillo, Texas for the wound on my scalp.

2:30:58 From Amarillo, we rambled through a good many states Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Indiana, and Louisiana. Later in the summer, we were in a Colorado town when we read in a newspaper that they were looking for us in that bury town. So we beat it to the east, then going through Kansas and back to Louisiana. While we're in Louisiana. Clyde sent me to steal a Chevrolet car. I did, but instead of going back to him, I came to Dallas and stayed almost a month with my mother. I never expected to join the gang again, but about a month later I was walking along the street one evening and who should drive up alongside me but Bonnie and Clyde.

2:31:28 They told me I had to get in with him. I was afraid. I could see myself going for a ride. I asked, where are we going? Just going up in the country, I was told. The next night we got in a car wreck near Wellington, Texas. I was knocked out and Bonnie was burned badly. When I came to, Bonnie told me i'd shot a woman in the hand. Missus Jack Pritchard, daughter in law of Steve Pritchard, who'd gone to the aid of the occupants of the wrecked car, was wounded, as you'll remember, when she knocked on the door of the Prichard home.

2:31:54 The gang had taken possession of the place. Jones continued telling the story of Sheriff George Corey and Marshall Hardy when they appeared at the farm while we were getting fixed up at the farmhouse. Some officers came out. We caught two of them and took them along with us into Oklahoma. Then we went on to Fort Smith, Arkansas. Buck and I set out to steal an automobile down there and took one away from a man along the road. Later we had a wreck and I got knocked out again. Buck told me he'd killed a man.

2:32:19 I guess he did, because we lost no time getting back to Oklahoma. The man who was killed was Marshall H. D. Humphrey of Almah, Arkansas, who with Deputy Sheriff A. M. Sawyers, attempted to stop the barrel car after the gang and staged a hold up in Fayetteville. Jones continued a few days later buck Well, actually I called him Marvin. But Buck and Clyde went out on an expedition and came back with so many guns it looked like they'd robbed a gun factory. There was forty six automatic pistols, and they said they'd robbed an arsenal.

2:32:46 They also had a lot of ammunition. From there, we went to that tourist camp near Platte, Missouri. The second night we were there, the officers trailed us. A man went to Blanch's cabin and said they were looking for some of the boys. Blanche told him the boys were in the next cabin. I was in that cabin with Clyde and Bonnie, and Clyde whispered to me, that's the law. So Bonnie hands me the keys of the car and said to start it. Clyde started shooting. I refused to start the car, and Clyde picked me up and carried me outside into the firefight.

2:33:12 Buck was shot in the head and Blanche was carrying him her arms around his waist. Clyde hell put him in the car, shoved me in and told the women to get in and lie on the floor. He got in then backed the car out with one hand, shooting with the other. All the officers were shooting at us. Afterwards, we counted fifteen bullet holes in the car, but man, we were lucky. None of us were hit except Buck, and he was hitting the head. Two back tires went flat before we'd gone far, and we ran on one flat in one rim.

2:33:36 We fled to Dexter, Iowa, where we're hid in the woods for three or four days. Marvin wasn't out of his mind, but he was suffering from his wound. The gang thought I knew too much, so they chained me to a tree to keep me from getting away. Then Clyde went into town the first night we were there and returned with five dinners and addressing for Buck's wound. A couple days later we roasted some wieners. The next morning, I was roasting the ones left over when Clyde shouted it the Law's coming the shoe and started.

2:34:00 Before I could straighten up, I ran and got hit by a load of buckshot. I got one in the right hip, one in the little finger, and one on my chest. A bullet went through the calf of my leg, A machine gun bullet in my chest, my left wrist, and my right thumb. I do not know how I am still alive. They knocked me down. Clyde kept yelling at me to start the car. He was shooting all the time. He picked me up and put me in the back seat. Bonnie was in the front seat, squatting low. Clyde started the car.

2:34:25 Before we'd gone far. The car hung up in a stump. Clyde told me to get out with a rifle and pry it loose. We couldn't get the car loose, so we started running through the woods. He made me carry Bonnie half a mile after she was hit. While we're hid in the woods, Clyde started toward a farmhouse, but he'd got in another gun battle and came back with three wounds. After this fight at Dexter, we went through Minnesota, Nebraska, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Oklahoma, and Mississippi. The graphics story told by Jones was of considerable value to the officers.

2:34:52 It cleared up points about the movements of the game that previously had only been guessed at, and it was remarkable that so few of the guesses had been wrong. And yet even though they'd apparently been guessing right all along, Bonnie and Clyde just kept on getting away. It was also evident that Jones had been just a tool of the gang. He obviously had been badly frightened, not because of what he feared at the hands of the law, but because of what he feared at the hands of Clyde Barrow. He begged to be kept in jail.

2:35:18 He wanted a life sentence, just anything that would keep him permanently out of the reach of the murderous banded gang. While the veil of mystery had been swept away from the mysterious third man in the gang, the major problem, the capture of Bonnie and Clyde themselves, remained as far from a solution as ever all the old time good luck still rode on the shoulders of Barrow without doubt. Now the most widely sought out law in America, Clyde was even more wanted than the notorious Charles pretty Boy Floyd.

2:35:43 While occasional tips were to the effect that Barrow was here or that Barrow was there, no definite word came from him until January third, nineteen thirty four. That day, Monroe Routin, an ex convict, was arrested at Houston, Texas. After long police grilling, he admitted that he had fenced bond taken in a bank robbery at Shiro, Texas, the night of February twentieth, nineteen thirty three, through a Kansas City, Missouri politician. Further questioning drew from him that he had participated in the robbery as well, having his companions Clyde, Barrow, and a man whose name he didn't know.

2:36:14 Officers believed the man probably was Jones. The night of January fifteenth, nineteen thirty four, Ralph Highly, a Kansas City, Missouri detective, was visiting his wife's father, William Gilmour, at Grand Sline, Texas. About seven point fifteen. He heard someone trying to start his car, which was parked in front of his house. Highly stepped onto the front porch. Beside his car was another car, a Ford, with a man in the rumble seat and a woman at the wheel. Not suspecting the identity of his callers, Highly walked out to the car and asked what was going on.

2:36:44 Then he noticed a second man standing at the door of his car. The detective asked no questions. The face was all too familiar. He'd seen it looking out from scores of police circulars. He was facing Clyde Barrow, who wants to know what's going on? Barrow asked, is this year car? Barrow nodded his head toward the Ford. Highly looked. Bonnie Parker was smiling down the barrel of a submachine gun. Well Highly said, recalling that his pistol was in the car Barrow was stealing. I guess I might as well go on back in the house.

2:37:13 That would be the best thing for you to do, the outlaw replied. One hundred and fifty miles from Grand Sealine is the Eastern Texas State Prison farm. Here, in river bottoms, densely covered by brush, Clyde Barrow had spent a part of his first prison sentence, and here he was faded to write another bloody chapter of his life story. The track lies in deep southeast Texas. It is near the little town of Weldon and lies along the Trinity River. The morning of January sixth, nineteen thirty four, Raymond Hamilton, early crime partner of Barrow, was among the convicts laboring on the place.

2:37:44 The outlook was hopeless for Hamilton, sentences totally two hundred and sixty three years faced him. Nevertheless, he seemed to be filled with a suppressed excitement. A new hope seemed to burn in his eyes. As Olin Bozeman, prison guard took a squad of seventeen men from their quarters, Hamilton and originally assigned to another squad, attached himself to Bozeman's group. As the convicts marched out into the foggy morning, day had not fully broke. The men were shadowy figures in the early light.

2:38:09 The men had not yet started their work. When Major Joseph Crosen of the prison guards noticed, while on a round of inspection that Hamilton was in the wrong squad. Croson walked up to Bozeman, send a guard captain with Hamilton and see that he gets into his own squad. As the guard walked up to Hamilton, the convict darted into the center of the convict group. Bill Palmer, a convict, slipped up to Major Croson and Bozeman. Thrusting a pistol against Bozman, he demanded stick them up, boys. Whirling on the prisoner, Major Crosen tried to grab his gun, but he was not quick enough.

2:38:39 Cursing, Palmer fired a shot into Crosen's abdomen. Quickly mounting his horse, Bozeman returned the fire. At that moment, a new note, fearsome and deadly in the fog, entered the combat man. This is where I want to go. Dun, Dun, Dunn. All right, we're back. Thank you again for taking the time to support the brands that support kind of murdery. As I often mention, I'd love to create a community here where we can all share the unique experiences and stories that are connected to our lives, especially those of us who may have, as I do, a disability.

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2:40:32 They don't just make me feel good, they trigger algorithms that make the show more visible on podcasting platforms and help us to grow our kind of murdery community. Of course, I hope that the community itself isn't kind of murdery, but you know, that is the name of the show. And with that, let's get back to part five of Wheels, Barrows and Blood. The Badlands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde. Kind of murdery resumes now. Palmer fired a shot into Croson's abdomen. Quickly mounting his horse, Bozeman returned the fire.

2:41:09 At that moment, a new note, fearsome and deadly in the fog, entered the combat. Two dim, ghostly figures rose from the ravine less than fifty yards from the party. A blaze of machine gun fire streaked the air. Bullets thudded into Croson. Bozeman was knocked from his horse a bullet at his hip. Struggling to his knees, he aimed at one of the shadowy figures. Before he could fire, a bullet whipped the gun from his hand. Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker were firing into prisoners and guards alike. They were shooting from a trench like gully.

2:41:37 Only a small number of the convicts appeared to have had advanced warning of the trouble and knew what to do. As guards shouted for their charges to lie down. Hamilton, Palmer, Henry Methman, W. H. Biby and JB. French, all desperate long termers, rushed to the side. Protected by the Barraja machine gun fire. They ran toward Barrow and dropped into the ditch beside him. Now the gang had things their own way. The only available guards were down. Major Croson was badly wounded. Bozeman was helpless leading the gang through the undergrowth with which he had become familiar while serving his own term.

2:42:07 Clyde Barrow reached two cars parked beside the road. Motors roared, the cars sped away. Clyde, Bonnie, and Bonnie's old sweetheart Raymond Hamilton, fled in a coupe. The four other convicts escaped in a sedan. Prisoners carried the wounded men to the office, where they were given emergency treatment, and an intensive hunt was started for Barrow in the escaped convicts. Frank J. Blake, head of the Division of Investigation, Department of Justice at Dallas, started out with three of his men to meet Barrow, all superbly armed.

2:42:35 Hundreds of well armed state and county officers were enlisted in the gigantic search. Major Crosn was rushed to a Huntsville hospital, where surgeons recognized that the only chance of saving his life lay in an immediate operation. It was found that Bozeman's wounds were not dangerous and he soon recovered. Meanwhile, W. W. Wade, warden of the State prison at Huntsville, broadcast an alarm by telephone. Within a few minutes, he learned that a car apparently bearing the had passed through Lovelady and headed north.

2:43:02 It appeared that the gang was trying to make Dallas, hometown of both Barrow and Hamilton. Lee Simmons, general manager of the Texas State Prison System, started an investigation. He was assisted by B. B. Monzigo, manager of the prison fom, while bloodhounds tore through the underbrush on the bare chance that some of the escape men might be around. Officers questioned prisoners who had heard the whine of Barrow's bullets. It was learned that the delivery had been carefully pre arranged. Barrow had watched a group at work the day before.

2:43:29 He knew from his own experience that their task was not finished, and that they would be back at the same place early the next morning. Just exactly how Barrow got word to Hamilton that he would try to effect his release wasn't learned, but the prisoners knew that when the gang went to work that morning, three revolvers were waiting in a brush pile. Hamilton obtained them and distributed them to men he felt he could trust and waited. Meanwhile, as the search went on, Major Croson failed to rally from the emergency operation.

2:43:56 He continued to grow weaker until finally, on January twenty seventh, died. The bloody Barrows had killed their ninth man. The entire Southwest was demanding that their career be brought to an end. Hours of heated search failed to reveal any additional trace of the escaped killers. Inasmuch as the group would be large enough to be noticed if it stayed together, and since Barrow was known to trust few men, officers soon inclined to the theory that the company had broken up. Barrow, Hamilton and Bonnie Parker probably stayed together.

2:44:25 Realizing that there might be some mistake in the information as to the method of the escape, officers did not stop their checking of the territory immediately surrounding the prison farm. Disappointing as it was, the trail soon grew cold. Police officers over the entire Southwest went on the watch. None of them knew where barrows swooping flight might pause. The Texas officers kept up their valley in search, fighting hard against the discouragement they felt as they continued day after day, following numerous leads and tips, all of which proved worthless.

2:44:54 A month after the raid on the Texas prison farm, there appeared in Southwestern newspapers are startling and now ounce a rate of huge proportions on the Cooks and Hills area of eastern Oklahoma, notorious for its criminal hideouts, had been dropped. That was the first suggestion the general public had of the amazing event that was to follow. The announcement was made for a purpose, all right, Let's set the scene here. A drizzling rain was falling over the jack oak timbered Cooks and Hills. The night of February seventeenth, It half concealed a tremendous activity.

2:45:27 Trucks loaded with men wearing the uniform of the National Guard were rolling over the rough roads. There were scores of motor cars filled with men in civilian garb. Many of the cars bore police insignia. Four whole companies of the Oklahoma National Guard were on the move upon the orders of Governor William Murray. Altogether one thousand men, federal, state and county officers were converging toward pre arranged points. The great Drive was about to start. Information had been received that Clyde Barrow, Bonnie Parker, and Raymond Hamilton were hiding in the hills.

2:45:58 The huge posse was under orders to bring them in. Also sought were Charles pretty Boy Floyd, and other lesser criminals. The area comprising the Cooks and Hills is about sixty miles long and about forty miles wide, twenty four hundred square miles of some of the wildest, most inaccessible country in America. Cooks and Hills lies along the Oklahoma Arkansas line north from the Arkansas River, which crosses the state line at Fort Smith, Arkansas. An area without paved highway. It was historic as a hiding place for criminals since the days of the James Boys.

2:46:28 It spread into four Oklahoma counties, Cherokee, Adare, Sequoya, and Muskegee. Bases of operation had been established at Tellquah, Muskegee Stillwell, and Silisaw. Zero hour, the dawn of Sunday February eighteenth found one thousand peace officers either on the march or at their posts, guarding paths and roads into the hills. Oklahoma had answered the challenge of the Barrow Pack. The orders were shoot to kill. The most perfectly organized in one of the largest man hunts in the history of Oklahoma was under way.

2:47:00 The drizzling rain had turned to snow during the night, but before dawn the clouds broke. Starting at the first suggestion of daylight. The great raid on the Cooks and Hills of eastern Oklahoma was well along when the sun rose over the trees. February eighteenth, nineteen thirty four, was an anxious day for law enforcement. Joplin Chief of Detectives Ed Portley, remained close to his office, hoping to receive a message that the murderous pair Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker had been captured or killed.

2:47:27 Would the Oklahoma trap for them and Charles Pretty Boy Floyd be successful? In their heart of hearts police feared that it would not. They realized the tremendous task that the Oklahoma authorities had undertaken. A posse of one thousand men seemed large. The participating officers were well equipped, perhaps even better armed than the dangerous Barrow Pack, but it seemed impossible to cover thoroughly the area of twenty four hundred square miles, with its thousands of impregnable hideouts. Still, the chance of a fortunate break buoyed hopes.

2:47:56 A car rushed down a rutted road near Weber's Falls. As it neared a barricade manned by Oklahoma National Guardsmen, the machine seemed to gain speed. An officer shouted a command. Crews leaped to army machine guns set up on both sides of the road. The guns were trained on the approaching car. The officer raised his automatic. The driver of the car apparently intended to ram the barricade of logs. The officer saw that a woman was in the front seat. He shouted, ready, it may be barrow. With only seconds to spare before crashing into the logs.

2:48:25 The driver jammed on his brakes. The car skidded sideways across the road under the thread of the machine guns. A man and three women, their hands in the air, climbed out of the car. None of the occupants resembled members of the Barrow Gang, but the officer informed them that they were under arrest. Sheriff Stanley Rogers of Oklahoma County, one of the officers in command of the Posse unit of Muscogee, was informed of the arrest. Sheriff Rodgers, who was the president of the Organization of Peace Officers in Oklahoma, rushed to the scene when he learned of several articles found in the motor car.

2:48:53 Only one man was in the car, but in the rear seat were two men's overcoats. A briefcase found under the coats contained several sh shells loaded with number two buckshot and a handful of forty five caliber pistol bullets. A hasty check revealed that the man and the three women under arrest did not have criminal records. Following the release, a few hours later, Sheriff Rogers made this announcement. We believe we missed Ford Bradshaw by a hair's breadth. We are positive that the car was sent ahead by Bradshaw, a notorious bank robber, as a decoy.

2:49:22 There's every reason to believe that Bradshaw is still in the hills. At about the time of the incident near Weber's Falls, there was a similar occurrence near Muskige. A car broke down on a barricade erected on the road between von and Tahaqua. Disregarding the weapons of the officers at the barricade, the driver crashed his car through the heavy planks. The officers swung around and started firing at the fleeing car. Machine guns and rifles were spitting lead. The car gained distance fifty yards one hundred yards.

2:49:48 A rear tire exploded, then another. Lurching wildly, the machine toppled into a ditch. Before the occupants could clamor from the disabled car, it was surrounded by a ring of determined officers. All right, we give up the men. As he climbed out, a federal agent lifted a revolver from the speaker's pocket. As the second man was getting out of the car with his hands elevated the daring display by the arrested men had led the officials to believe they'd captured two of the major criminals of Cooks and Hills.

2:50:13 They were disappointed. At Salisaw, it was revealed that the men were not associated with the Barrow of Floyd gangs. The armed man had been sought some time for questioning. Such were the reports coming from Cooks and Hills. Nineteen persons, including six women, were arrested in the raid. Peace officers throughout the Southwest felt keenly the disappointment of the leaders of the Big Raid. Tired and wet from its day in the slushy brush, the army started home after dark. Not one major criminal had been arrested.

2:50:38 Although failing in its principal objectives, the raid was in effect a success because the spirit and intensity behind the huge posse had a terrorizing effect on the criminals of the bad Lands. However, there was only one concrete result of the raid, Worth mentioning Ford Bradshaw, believed recently to have become a Lieutenant of Floyd, apparently no longer considered the Cooks and Hills area as safe hiding from confidential sources, Oklahoma authorities learned that he fled soon after the search died down.

2:51:05 A few days later, this young outlaw was cornered by deputies in a roadhouse southwest of Fort Smith in attempting to fight his way clear. Bradshaw was shot to death. Now that the Big raid had become merely another incident in the far flung search for Clyde Barrow, law enforcement could not help but wonder where he would strike again. If he had been in eastern Oklahoma, it seemed probable that he would flee northward from that area. Orders were issued for a close watch. A motor car dealer in Springfield, Missouri, reported to police in the city that a car had been stolen from the front of his home.

2:51:37 He saw the thieves as they drove away. The dealer positively identified Clyde Barrow, Bonnie Parker, and Raymond Hamilton. There was no identification for a third man with the gang. The warning was broadcast, as Springfield is only eighty miles east of Joplin. Chief of Detectives Ed Portley immediately ordered all available officers to rhads entering the city, but the trail was picked up at Galena, miles south of Springfield. Sheriff Seth Tuttle of Stone County and two deputies sighted the stolen car speeding westward on Missouri Highway number forty four.

2:52:06 He wheeled his car about and started in pursuit. Rapidly he cut down the long lead of the banded car. The chase continued through Galina, then south. A few miles south of that town, the bandits abandoned the car stolen in Springfield, stealing another, which was parked in front of a farmhouse. Sheriff Tuttele instructed his men to continue the chase. He climbed into the abandoned car and rushed back to Galina to notify the reed spring Missouri police. Unless the Bannits could be stopped there, the sheriff knew the chance of capture was slight.

2:52:33 The trail would be lost in the ravines of the Ozark Mountains. Marshall Dale Davis of Reid's Springs received the sheriff's call. He rushed to the highway. At a point north of the town, he saw a car approaching from the north. His revolver drawn, Marshall Davis signaled for the speeding car to stop, Hardly slackening its speed, the bandit driver whipped the car into a ruddy side road. The skidding wheels through a shower of gravel down the highway. Deftly, the driver kept control. A few seconds later, the sheriff's car came to a halt at the frantic waving of Marshall Davis.

2:53:01 That way. Davis shouted, pointing down the side road. It's a dead end road. We got them, let's go. As the officer's car slid around a sharp turn in the narrow road, they were greeted with a fullasod of machine gun and pistol fire. The bullets plowed into the hood of the car, disabling the ignition system. Equipped only with revolvers, the officers were forced to seek cover. They miraculously escaped injury. Davis and the deputies were unable to fire often as the bandits maintained the barrage of rapid fire, able to send only a few feudal bullets after the bandit car as it retraced its course over the road.

2:53:31 The officers were left stranded with their crippled car. Clyde Barrow again had eluded capture. The next day brought startling sequels to the affairs at Springfield and Reads. Spring Joe gunn a farmer living near Red spring returned to his home at noon after an absence of almost twenty four hours, and related an amazing experience. A car with two men and a woman, and it stopped and asked me for road directions. Gun said they wanted to go to Springfield. I told him the way and then started to go about my business when one of the men said get in here.

2:53:58 He had a pistol in his hand. They took me to Springfield, where they stole the car. Then there was a wild ride, the officers chasing us. They told me that the officers ought to know me and wouldn't shoot at me, but the officers did not recognize me. The fight near Red Springs was terrible for me. Gun was released late that night, about twenty five miles south of the Missouri line. When he was showing pictures of the killers, the farmer completed the identification of Barrow, Hamilton, and Bonnie.

2:54:21 The next development occurred in Kansas, only two hundred miles northwest of Berryville. Only a few hours after the farmer had been released. Guards on the wall the Kansas State Penitentiary noticed as Chevrolet Sedan circling the prison. In the car were four men and a woman. The woman was smoking a cigar. Well, that's Bonnie for you. Two hours later, prison authorities received reliable information that the same car with Clyde Barrow at the wheel, had been parked on a side road near the prison.

2:54:46 Radio stations were asked to broadcast a warning to peace officers of eastern Kansas and western Missouri. Heavily armed searching parties were sent out by Warden Lacey Simpson of the Kansas Prison and Warden Fred Ziers to the United States Penitentiary at Leavenworth, which is only a few min from the Kansas Institution at Lansing. The prison officials remembered rumors in the summer of nineteen thirty three that Barrow had planned a raid on the Federal prison, where one of Barrow's friends was a prisoner.

2:55:10 There seemed to be considerable reason to believe that Barrow was in the vicinity of the prisons, but if a delivery had been planned, he'd evidently lost his courage. The trail was lost, the pack again had dropped from sight. The morning of February twenty seventh, the dark colored motor car swept into the little town of Lancaster, Texas. The cars stopped in front of the RP. Henry and Sons Bank. Two men stepped out and injered the car. A woman remained in the car. A few seconds later, the men dashed from the bank and leapt into the car seat of the machine.

2:55:36 The car raced wildly down the street. The woman driving it had disappeared before startled witnesses learned what occurred in the bank. Bank officials announced that four thy, one hundred and thirty eight dollars had been obtained in the hold up. They identified Clyde Barrow and Raymond Hamilton as the bandits. The chase was on again. Time passed without any definite word as to the whereabouts of the outlaw gang. The days following were marked only by the attempted escape of Roy thay Thornton, Bonnie Parker's former husband, from the Texas State Penitentiary at Huntsville.

2:56:04 At one o'clock on the morning of March seventh, five men crept from their cells in the prison. The convicts had unlocked their cell doors with keys fashioned in the prison machine shop. A few minutes later, the prison was thrown into confusion by the roar of shotguns. Three of the convicts attempting to scale the wall were wounded by buckshot. The other two, one of whom was Thornton, surrendered quickly. Vigilant guards had frustrated the plot. Warden W. W. Wade said that Thornton, a life termer, had plotted the escape because of his affection for Bonnie and his desire to rejoin her.

2:56:34 The man is crazy over that woman, Wardon Wade said. The next morning, hundreds of miles distant from the Huntsville prison, a man burst excitedly into the office of Sheriff W. A. Wantland of Franklin County, Kansas. The man, whose name is withheld by Sheriff Wantlan, told of a strange experience. He said he was hitchhiking on United States Highway number seventy three West near Ottawa, Kansas, when he was picked up by a man and a woman in a Ford V eight sedan bearing an Oklahoma license. The couple asked him directions to Osawatomi, Kansas, and then let him out of the car.

2:57:04 A few miles down the highway, the sheriff's visitor told of two sowd off shotguns in the car, and of a revolver and a holster strap to the steering wheel. The description of the couple seemed familiar to Sheriff Wantland. After viewing several pictures, the hitchhiker found they had been given a ride by you guessed Quiet Barrow and Bonnie Parker. Needless to say, this information caused a renewal of the search for Barrow in Kansas. It was at about this time that a series of some twelve bank hold ups started occurring in that state, But except for one vague instance, neither Barrow nor Bonnie Parker were identified in connection with any of those robberies.

2:57:37 That one vague instance was in connection with the twenty five thousand dollars hold up on March twelfth of Exchange National and the Exchange State banks, which occupy the same building in Atchison, Kansas. Eight employees were kidnapped as hostages, and the chief of police, Willard Lynnville, was wounded in a battle with the bandits. Several persons reported to Atchison police that they'd seen a woman who was smoking a cigar in an Adjison hotel. The description given of the woman was somewhat similar to that of Bonnie Parker.

2:58:03 However, the Barrow gang was ultimately not connected with the hold up. Business houses in the little town of West Texas. That's right, not the region. The town is actually called West Texas were enjoying the usual rush of Saturday the morning of March thirty. First. Few of the many persons on the street paid particular notice to a motor car that drew up to the front of the State National Bank. There was a red haired young woman at the steering wheel. A young man stepped from the car and sauntered into the bank.

2:58:28 Once inside, he whipped out a bulky object he had concealed under his coat. It was a sub machine gun. A moment later, the man dashed from the bank and piled into the car. Bank officials ran to the streets, shouting for a chase to be organized. The loan bandit had scooped up one eight hundred and sixty two dollars from the tills. The alarm spread over Central Texas. Was it barrow? Witnesses to the hold up viewed pictures of the killer. He was not the bandit. The man was Raymond Hamilton. The witnesses said they were unable to identify the woman.

2:58:56 Pozis of thirty officers spread out over the roads. Thirty minutes after the hold up, the trail of the banded car was found. A farmer said he'd pulled the car from a mud hole on the county road east of West. East of West really again, West Texas is the name of the town. There was a man in a redhaired woman in the car. The man answered Hamilton's description, courting death on the slippery road. Two car loads of deputy sheriffs dashed out in pursuit of the banded couple. As they neared the village of Thelma, the officers came upon an amazing scene.

2:59:24 Two farmers were standing beside a wrecked car. They were waving frantically at the officers. The motors cut off. The deputies heard the wild sobs of a small child who was leaning against the wrecked car. Mother mother. The child cried, my mother is gone. God, that's tragic. The farmers said they'd been attracted to the scene by a loud crash. They found a man and a woman standing by the car, which had skidded from the road and plunged into an embankment. Mister, we got to get out of here in a hurry, the man addressed one of the farmers, Have you got a chain you could tie to your car.

2:59:55 The farmers said they had no chain in the car, but volunteered to go to the nearby farm house where they could one. They climbed over the embankment and cut across the field. About fifteen minutes later they returned, carrying between them a long log chain. As they approached the edge of the embankment, the farmers heard the scream of a woman dropping the chain. They rushed forward. One of the farmers, who had a shotgun in his hand, released the safety catch on the weapon. They heard the man say, lady, we robbed a bank and we have to have your car.

3:00:21 Apparently sensing the return of the farmers, the man released the struggling woman and dived for the wrecked machine. A second car was standing in the center of the road. The man pulled a machine gun from the car and pointed it toward the startled farmers. Drop that shotgun, he shouted. The farmer hesitated. A score of bullets from the machine gun ripped up the lip of the embankment at his feet. The shotgun tumbled down into the water of the ditch, defenseless. The farmers were unable to protest against what followed.

3:00:45 They recognized the woman driver of the second car. She was Missus cam Gunter, an attractive young matron of Mexia, a town east of Thelma. In her car was her four year old son, Jolly. The man and his woman companion pulled the little boy from Missus Gunter's car and calmly proceeded to tran for several weapons from their wrecked car. The frightened mother crouched at the side of the road, her arms around the boy. Finally, the bandits appeared ready to leave. The man said to missus Gunter, you're going with us.

3:01:10 The horrified young woman was forced into the front seat of the car between the bandit and his woman companion. The child was left behind. You take care of the kid, the man told the farmers, we can't use them. With the man driving, the car started eastward towards Mexia. The farmers plunged down the side of the bank, both attempting to find the shotgun. By the time it had been retrieved, the bandits and their hostage were out of sight. The deputy sheriffs did not tarry long, and obtaining the bare details of this new outrage, taking the child with them.

3:01:36 They raced to Mexia with a report of the kidnapping. All police officers in the central part of the huge state were notified of the new turn. Radio stations in the larger cities broadcast a warning, a warning that there was an innocent person with the robbers. Sheriffs and police chiefs rushed additional men into the field. An outraged citizen reformed determined posses For two hours. News of the affair was kept from mister Gunter of Mexia. It was hoped that the surgers would missus Gunter unharmed and thus save her husband from shock and worry.

3:02:03 When he was notified, the husband found willing volunteers for another posse. Hour after hour, the search went on. A watch was kept over all main highways, in most of the possible dirt roads. Every possible hideout was searched. Even after many of the other searching parties were forced to stop by exhaustion, the infuriated husband drove his party on at midnight. There had been no word. By that time, it had been definitively established that Raymond Hamilton, robber of the Bank at West, was the kidnapper.

3:02:30 Hamilton the desperate escaped convict was a known killer, and perhaps even then he was keeping a rendezvous with Clyde Barrow. It was no wonder that the hope of again seeing Missus Gunter alive was waning. When dawn came, a new posse took up the search. It was Sunday, April first, April Fool's Day. It was a dark, sad easter for the husband and son of Missus Gunter and the young woman's many friends. The one topic of conversation in the churches of Mexia that morning was the fate of the young mother.

3:02:59 At nine point thirty in the morning, a long distance call for mister Gunter came from Houston, a city two hundred miles south of Mexia. The operator was unable to locate the husband, who was still driving his posse. On May I give mister Gunter a message, the operator asked, Or shall I call you back when you're able to reach him. Tell him that Missus Gunter called, The astonished operator heard over the wire. Tell him that I am safe and I was released a few minutes ago in Houston, and I will start home as soon as I have a little work done on my car.

3:03:29 Missus Gunter was connected with the chief of Police. She said that she'd been unharmed and that Hamilton had given her thirty dollars to repair her car. When he released her at Houston shortly after one o'clock in the morning, following a mad drive over slippery roads, Hamilton had driven the car into a wooded patch. He told Missus Gunter to sleep. The Mexia woman described Hamilton's companions, telling how the red haired woman had called the bank robber by such endearing terms as darling and sweetheart.

3:03:55 I dozed in the car, Missus Gunter said. The girl seemed to sleep pretty well, but I don't think the man win to sleep. He walked around with a machine gun in his hands most of the time. Missus Gunder said that Hamilton stole the black sedan with yellow wheels in Houston. Before he released her. She watched the couple drive away in the stolen car. Then she reported the affair to Houston police. Officials learned that Hamilton apparently had made no contact with Barrow during the time he held Missus Gunder captive, but the mere fact that Hamilton was headed south made it seem probable that Barrow was in the southern part of Texas.

3:04:25 Mister and missus fred A giggle. Okay, that's spelled gigga l So I guess I can say giggle or gigle. I'm going with giggle. Mister and Missus fred A Giggle of four two two six, Prescott Avenue, Dallas, started to drive to Rome, a town northwest of Dallas, that Easter Sunday afternoon. They were driving on Texas State Highway number one fourteen. Shortly before three thirty pm. Three officers of the Texas Highway Patrol mounted on motorcycles past them. Attached to one of the motorcycles was a sidecar containing a set of scales.

3:04:54 Far down the highway, mister and Missus Giggle observed two of the motorcycles swerve into a side road. The machine with the sidecar continued on. His curiosity aroused, mister Giggle slowed his car as he approached the intersection of a dirt road. About one hundred yards up the road, he could see a parked black motor car with yellow wire wheels. The officers approached the car. The Dallas man turned his attention to the highway and started to speed up his car. A roar of gunfires sounded behind him.

3:05:21 Quickly, mister Giggle brought his car to a halt. The reports of the guns died out, then began again. As he could see the park car only faintly through the trees, Mister Giggle started backing his car up. As soon as he stopped, he and his wife saw two brown uniform men lying on the dirt road. Two persons were standing over them. Both were dressed in brown riding trousers, and one was wearing a brown shirt, the other a blue shirt. One the shorter of the two, obviously was a woman. To their horror, the couple on the highway saw the taller of the two persons bend over one of the uniform men and fire several shots.

3:05:52 The killers ran to the parked car. The car was turned around facing the highway. It started forward quick quick. They'll kill us two, missus, Giggle screamed. Mister Giggle started his car. Okay, can I just I'm sorry, I have to pause and just say there's this incredible emotional disconnect between how horrible the events that are occurring are and the fact that the couple that's witnessing them is named mister and missus Giggle, So you know, just deal with that. I am. Mister Giggle started his car down the highway.

3:06:24 The car containing the killer's pods at the intersection. It seemed at first that the driver was about to turn it in pursuit. Then he turned southeast toward Dallas and soon disappeared. Driving at a high speed. Mister Giggle soon overtook the officers on the sidecar equipped motorcycle. The officer was Patrolman Polk Ivy. A moment later, Patrolman Ivy was traveling at a terrific pace back toward the scene of the shooting. Stretched out on the roadway, he found his two fellow officers, Patrolman EB Wheeler and HD Murphy.

3:06:51 Wheeler, one of the best shots in the Texas Patrol, was dead and Murphy, unconscious from his wounds, died A few minutes later. Patrolman Ivy rushed to it telephone to notify Captain S. C. Ham of Dallas District, Chief of the Texas Patrol, of a double murder. Captain Ham immediately called Sheriff ra A. Schmid and Police Chief Claude W. Trammel through the facilities of the police department and the Sheriff's office to pick up for the black sedan with yellow wheels was broadcast earlier in the day.

3:07:17 Officials at Dallas had been informed that Raymond Hamilton had stolen a black sedan with yellow wheels that morning in Houston. The first thought was that Hamilton had participated in the double killing. The car was similar and the slayers were a man and a woman. It was only a matter of minutes until investigating officers from Dallas and Fort Worth were at the murder scene. The officers were slain near the village of Grapevine, between the two larger cities. A few empty cartridge and shell cases scattered over the road gave mute evidence of the brutal crime.

3:07:45 Officers found the cases of three sixteen gage and three twelve gage shotgun shells, and the cases of five forty five caliber pistol cartridges and one thirty sixty rifle shell. All had been fired by weapons in the hands of the killers. Neither of the officers had been able to Patrolman Wheeler, who had fallen beside his motorcycle, evidently had attempted to free his sowd Off shotgun from its scabbard. The revolvers of both of the officers were still in the holsters. Just as a minute search of the scene was being started, a third witness to the brutal affair stepped forward to talk to the officials.

3:08:15 He was William Schaeffer, a farmer whose land borders the side road. He was about one hundred yards distant from the park car when the shooting started. Scheiffer's version of the affair corroborated that given by mister and missus Giggle. He said that the two officers alighted from their machines about twenty five feet from the park car. A man and a woman, both thressed in riding breeches, leapt from the car and opened fire with shotguns. The farmer saw both of the killers fire at the still forms of the officers.

3:08:40 Detective A. C. Howerton of fort Worth questioned mister Scheiffer how long had the car been parked there? Since ten thirty this morning. Scheiffer replied, I passed it when I was to turn into my farm with a load of stone. There was a man and a woman in it, a good looking young woman and smallish and a hatchet faced young man. The officers crowded around the farmer at these words about how tall was the man. There was an air of suppressed excitement as the questions were fired at the farmer. Similar questions were asked of the Giggles.

3:09:08 Detective Howerton said, man, we know who killed Wheeler and Murphy. There ain't a doubt in the world. The killers were Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker. The Barrow gang had committed their tenth and eleventh murders. It was certain then that Hamilton had not been with Barrow at the time of the murders. If the car had been parked near Grapevine at ten thirty that morning, it would have been a physical impossibility for Hamilton to have traveled there from Houston, a distance of about two hundred and sixty miles.

3:09:34 Hamilton was last seen by Missus Gunter and Houston at nine thirty. It will be recalled. After the officers had finished talking to the witnesses, the search for further evidence was resumed. At the side of the road, Detective Howerton bent over. He picked up something. It was a cigar butt. It bore the imprint of small teeth. Bonnie Parker had tossed it into the ditch an hour later, the identification of Barrow and Bonnie Parker as the slayers of patrol men Wheeler and Murphy was made even more more positive when the witnesses were shown pictures of the killers.

3:10:03 In the meantime, hundreds of officers had been scouring the country roads of northern Texas. The peace officers of town after town were called by long distance by the Dallas authorities. The hunt for the killers grew in widening circles. Twenty five Dallas detectives and patrolmen were added to the forces of Sheriff Schmid to carry on the search in Dallas County. Numerous posses were at work in Tarrant and Denton Counties, believed to be frequently visited by Barrow. The trail was picked up in Grapevine.

3:10:29 A black Ford sedan with yellow wheels had raced through the town a few minutes after the officers had been slain. The car was traveling at a speed estimated at seventy five miles an hour. Persons who observed the speeding cars that its occupants were laughing. Barrow dropped from sight. More than twenty four hours passed before Texas officials obtained another definite lead. Thank you for taking a moment to support the brands who support Kind of Murdery. Also, thank you for being part of our Kind of Murdery community, a community that, as you know, I truly hope, can become a police where we all can feel seen and cared for.

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3:11:42 If you're not in crisis, but the clouds are pressing down on you and you could use a friend, please don't hesitate to reach out to the show Kindomurdery at gmail dot com or at kind of Murdery on all social media. I'd love to connect with you. I'm here for you and I care. All right, let's get back to the killer couple. Shall we as we continue with with part six of Wheels, barrows and Blood, the bad Lands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde kind of murdery resumes now. A blackboard sedan rolled slowly down the main street of Blanket, Texas, a town about one hundred and twenty five miles southwest of Dallas.

3:12:21 The driver, sighting Howard Strickland, Night Marshall, stopped the car beside the officer. Two persons were inside the car, a man and a woman. Marshall Strickland found himself covered by a submachine gun. He was forced to accompany the bandage to a filling station. The man broke the lock on a pump and the fuel tank of the car was filled to overflowing. A second later, the sedan was speeding down the road. The officer whipped out his revolver and fired four times at the racing car. None of the bullets took effect.

3:12:48 The Marshall's telephone message through the search for Clyde Barrow to Central Texas for it was Clyde who was driving the car. While not positive, Marshall Strickland believed the woman was Bonnie Parker. By this time, the demand for the capture of the Bearargang had reached a new peak. Texas newspapers were calling Clyde Barrow Texas public enemy number one papers and other states were ranking him as the public Enemy number one of the United States. Following the announcement of Missus M. A. Ferguson, Governor of Texas, that the state would pay five hundred dollars for the capture of the criminals, there came a flood of private subscriptions to a reward fund.

3:13:20 Most of the donations were for one dollar. They poured in at such an extent that within a few days, Chief L. G. Ferris of the Texas Highway Patrol announced that the fund had grown to almost three thousand dollars. A downpour of rain the night of April fourth hampered the statewide search for the killers. It was that night that a black sedan slipped into Dacab in northern Texas, near the Oklahoma line. There were two men and a woman in the car. John Hall, a filling station operator at d KALB, looked curiously at the occupants of the cars it drew up in front of his pumps.

3:13:50 Just four gallons of gasoline were required to fill the car's tank. Get In ordered the driver of the car. He was pointing a pistol at Hall. Boy, if I had worked at a gas station in the midwest of the South during Bonnie and Parker's cross country rampage, I think I would have retired or found another job. Sheesh get In ordered the driver of the car. He was pointing a pistol at Hall. Inside the car, the woman and a second man rifled Hall's pockets, taking forty dollars. Before his absence had been discovered, Hall called the Decalb police from a farm telephone eight miles north of town.

3:14:22 He'd been thrown from the car by the bandits. The driver of the car was Clyde Barrow. Hall had remembered newspaper pictures of the Killer. A black Ford sedan with yellow wheels skidded on the muddy road at the outskirts of Commerce, Oklahoma, a village in the northeast corner of the state. The driver stepped on the accelerator, but he could not keep the machine in the road. It slid into a ditch. The furiously spinning wheels would not take hold. Several persons volunteered to push on the mired car.

3:14:49 At first they were waved away, then their offer was accepted. Some of the more curious peeked into the mud spattered windows. Beside the driver. They saw a blond young woman, and another man of the car started cursing the volunteers. The second man, a sandy haired fellow, leaped from the sedan. When several of the helpers started to draw away, the man held a machine gun. Oh no, you don't, he shouted, you stay right here. Alia. Charles Dodson, who was driving his heavy truck along the road, came to a halt when he saw the ugly muzzle of a gun trained on his cab.

3:15:21 Tie on here, the man ordered, you'll pull us out or you'll get filled with lead under the thread of death. Dodson climbed out of his truck and fastened a length of rope to his machine and the car. He started to feed the gas to his motor. Slowly, the car was tugged from the ditch. The driver unfastened the rope. Two men whom the truck driver and the bystanders had recognized, were approaching. They had revolvers in their hands. Constable cal Campbell had been informed that a car containing several drunks was creating a disturbance at the edge of town.

3:15:50 He went to the village barber shop, where he found Chief of Police Percy Boyd. Together the two officers started out to investigate. It was the morning of April sixth. As they came up upon the scene, the officers saw the machine gun. They knew that they would be facing no simple gang of common drunks. Constable Campbell shouted, get ready to shoot. The man with the machine gun swung around. The driver of the car, also armed with the machine gun, got out of the car. Constable Campbell raised his revolver.

3:16:17 He fired three times. Chief Boyd started firing. The machine guns opened up. The Chief threw himself on the ground. Constable Campbell fell by his side. Turnover, lie flat, or they'll fill you with lead, Chief Boyd cried to his fellow officer. The constable only groaned. A burning sensation ran down the side of Chief Boyd's face. He felt faint. Recovering in a second, he looked up to find himself covered by the machine guns, blood streaming down his face. The chief was forced into the car and a machine gun prodded him in the back.

3:16:45 The car started forward, then slipped into the ditch again. This time the tires held and the machine swerved into the middle of the road. Constable Campbell was dead. Chief Boyd, believed to be badly wounded, had been kidnapped. That was the state of affairs as found by Sheriff d Waters when he arrived in the terror stricken village. Quickly, Sheriff Waters set the machinery in motion to search for the killers. He obtained volunteers to spread the alarm to other towns. Then he started piecing together descriptions of the killers.

3:17:13 There could be no doubt. Sheriff Waters declared that the driver of the car was Clyde Barrow. With him were Bonnie Parker and a second man believed to be at this point also notorious Raymond Hamilton, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri and Arkansas offered avenues of escape for the killers and kidnappers. Just south of Commerce Lade the Cooks and Hills. Remember the Cooks and Hills where that giant raid that was almost on a military scale didn't manage to catch anyone. Yeah, that's the place. Roads to that area were blocked and the peace officers of towns and counties in the four states concentrated on the borders.

3:17:49 Captain Ham of the Texas Patrol rushed Patrolmanto the bridges over the Red River, which forms the Texas Oklahoma border. Clyde Barrow was responsible for a twelfth murder. What was the fate of Chief Boyd? Was he to be listed as number thirteen and the bloody record? The Barrow gang had fled westward from Commerce, three miles from the shooting scene. Their car again hadmired a and Butterfield. A farmer reported to Sheriff Waters that he'd been forced to tow the car onto solid road. The woman, Bonnie Parker, held the wheel while the two men kept Butterfield covered with their weapons.

3:18:21 Two hours rolled by with no further word from the killers. At midnight there seemed to be no hope, and then Sheriff Harry Hile of Fort Scott, Kansas, was awakened by the insistent clamor of his telephone. It was twelve twenty one am in the morning of April seventh. Instinctively, Sheriff Hyle knew that he was about to receive a message concerning the killer. This is Percy Boyd, Sheriff. Were the startling words the Kansas officer heard Clyde Barrow just turned me loose seven miles south of Fort Scott, near Kansas State Highway number seven.

3:18:51 I believe he's headed toward your city. The conversation between the two officers was short and to the point, and then the connection was broken. A second later, Sheriff high was calling his deputies, the Fort Scott Police, and the offices of the Kansas Highway Patrol at Topeka with something definite to guide them. Dozens of peace officers again took up the chase. Sheriff Hyle completed his calls, then he took a car load of deputies and rushed to Chief Boyd. The Commerce chief had called from the farmhouse of Harry Dugan.

3:19:18 A short time later, Chief Boyd was admitted to the Fort Scott Mercy Hospital for treatment of a scalp wound. After reciting briefly the details of the affair at Commerce, Chief Boyd told the detail of his ride with Clyde Barrow and the conversation he had with Bonnie Parker. The second man, a silent fellow the chief believed was Hamilton. At times, the light car whizzed along at ninety miles an hour, Barrow seemed to have no definite destination. Almost forty gallons of gasoline were consumed in a mad merry go round flight in southeastern Kansas.

3:19:48 Bonnie, Parker and Barrow freely admitted their identities. They joked about the shooting and commerce. At one point the conversation turned to the double murder near Grapevine. That's where they got us wrong, Bonnie said. In later conversation, things were set. In contradiction to that denial, Barrow and Bonnie bragged that they were too smart to be caught. The woman denied that she smoked cigars. They had an arsenal in that car. Chief Boyd said, I saw three machine guns, three shotguns, and a bunch of automatic pistols.

3:20:16 Then they had a suitcase full of ammunition, and there was a pint a whiskey in the car. But Barrow said he never drank. My shirt was covered in blood, so Barrow gave me one of his and the other man gave me a necktie. One of them poured some antiseptic over the wound in my head. Believing that Barrow still was in Kansas, adjunct General Milton MacLean ordered out several companies the National Guard because of the violation of the federal kidnapping While United States Attorney General Cummings at Washington instructed Department of Justice agents to utilize every resource to apprehend Barrow.

3:20:48 In a surprise development, shown pictures of Raymond Hamilton. Chief Boyd said that the criminal was not the companion of Barrow and Bonnie. Belief that the second man was Jim Clark, escaped Kansas convict led to a raid by federal, state and county officials that night. It was believed that Barrow might be hiding with Clark on a farm between Chatoba, Kansas and Welch, Oklahoma. Hamilton himself denied that he was with Barrow in the Commerce raid and clothed with a paper bearing his fingerprints.

3:21:14 A letter from Hamilton was received by a Dallas lawyer on April eighth. The letter, mailed in New Orleans, was sent special delivery. It read, in part, I'm sending you a bill from a hotel I was staying at at the time of the killing in Commerce, Oklahoma. I haven't been with Clyde Barrow since the Lancaster bank robbery. I'm sending you one hundred dollars and I want this put before the public, improved right away. I'm enclosing also my fingerprints. I want to let the public and the whole world know that I am not with Clyde Barrow, and I don't go his speed.

3:21:44 I'm a lone man and I intend to stay that way. I was in Houston Wednesday night, April fourth, and I've been here ever since Thursday evening, April fifth. The hotel bill was for Fa Murphy and wife in Lake Charles, Louisiana. At the hotel in New Orleans. It was said that Murphy and a striking brunette had stopped there the night of April fifth. The clerk and a bell boy identified a photo of Hamilton. A number of handwriting experts examined the letter. It was declared genuine. The fingerprints were Hamilton's.

3:22:12 Why should the murderer Hamilton be so concerned over the slaying and commerce? The lawyer to whom the letter was addressed explained it as follows. Hamilton is wanted in Oklahoma for the killing of an officer at Atoka. He's afraid of that state now, believing that he would be sentenced to death for the Atoka killing, and he's anxious that it not be connected with the Commerce killing, for that would result in his being taken to Oklahoma if he is ever captured. The following day, the black Ford sedan used by Barrow was found half buried in a haystack near Fort Scott.

3:22:43 In it were Chief Boyd's necktie and several other articles identified by the Commerce Chief of Police. Days passed without a definite lead to follow. On April eleventh, it was reported that Barrow had been sighted near Independence, Kansas, and on the same date a first degree murder charge was filed against him in Miami, Oklahoma, in action with the death of Constable Campbell. The following day, a letter purporting to come from Bonnie Parker was received by a Houston newspaper. The letter, signed by Clyde and Bonnie, stated that Raymond Hamilton no longer was associated with the pair.

3:23:14 The letter had been mailed at Groveton, Texas. On April thirteen, two raids at widely separated points were made with the capture of Clyde Barrow as the objective. One was at Hot Springs, Arkansas, and the other was near Ringold, Louisiana. Neither raid and this is unsurprising at this point was successful. The next day, Sheriff Schmid announced the arrest of Floyd Hamilton, brother of Raymond Hamilton, and three other men at Dallas. The search for Barrow swung to the vicinity of Erdell, Texas, on April twentieth, when a bandit entered the Ardell State Bank and escaped with about one hundred dollars.

3:23:47 Identification was made by J. Wiley Harris of Dallas, who was in the bank at the time of the hold up. The next announcement of importance came from Crockett, Texas. On April twenty fourth. Officials there filed former charges against Floyd Hamilton, accusing of smuggling weapons into the Eastern Prison Farm previous to Barrow's raid on January sixteenth. Then the next day, a more startling event occurred. A Plymouth motor car pulled up to the side door the First National Bank at Louisville, Texas.

3:24:15 Two men were in the car, One got out, swaggered into the bank, and the other remained in the machine. Seconds later, the man ran from the bank and leapt into the car in an unbelievably short time. Police radio stations in the larger cities of Texas were broadcasting reports of the hold up. The bandits had obtained approximately twenty two hundred dollars. The bandit who'd performed the actual robbery was Raymond Hamilton. The second man was unknown. Posse's converged on Lewisville. Two and a half hours later, Deputy Sheriff's Callier Urrey and D. S. McDaniel of Grayson County and doctor John T. Hall, arms instructor of the Sherman, Texas Police Department, were speeding down a side road about seven miles south of Sherman.

3:24:52 They observed a Plymouth car swing from the main highway and onto their road. Deputy Urrey swung the possecar across the road that Plymouth was forced to hault under the threatening weapons of the officer. Raymond Hamilton and his companion T. R. Brooks climbed from the car and surrendered. Occupying a death cell in the Dallas County jail, Hamilton said he had not seen Barrow since the Lancaster Bank robbery. Continued questioning of the robber and murderer resulted in nothing of value. In the hunt.

3:25:19 May one, Hamilton, former member of the Barrow gang, was indicted as a habitual criminal. Dallas County officials announced that a determined effort would be made to obtain the maximum penalty death by electric chair. Law enforcement acknowledged this victory with little excitement, because against Hamilton's capture, the death of Buck Barrow, the imprisonment of his wife Blanche, and the arrest of other accomplices now in prisoner waiting trial, stands a grim challenge of twelve lives wantonly snuffed out by the murderous gang.

3:25:49 With Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker still eluding the dragnet spread for them over the Southwest, Buckle up, strap on your Doc Martin's, and head for the moshpit. As we immerse ourselves in the inside story of the killing of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, as told by a man who was there on the road where it happened. Sheriff Henderson Jordan from Bienville Parish, Louisiana. Early in nineteen thirty two, when I became Sheriff of Bienville Parish, Clyde Barrow was a convict in the Texas State Penitentiary.

3:26:34 He was a small timer then, and on February second of that year, the youthful car thief who was to spread terror and death through a dozen states, was released on general parole. The notoriety of the Bloody Barrows gathered momentum hardly more than a year following his release, Clyde Barrow and his associates had been identified in seven murders. Within that short time, the crimson partnership with Bonnie Parker, pretty red haired waitress, had been sealed. As a police officer, I watched with horror the increasing atrocities of the gang twelve murders in twenty six months.

3:27:09 Nine of those victims were officers who'd been shot down in battles with this wantonly, violent pack of desperadoes. I rejoiced at the victories won by the law in the other states. Buck Barrow, Clyde's brother, wounded by Missouri officers, died after his capture by the Iowa posse. Blanche Barrow, wife of Buck Now, is in the Missouri State penitentiary. A member of the Gango participated in several of the murders, is under death sentence in Texas. Others are in various prisons. From all of this dramatic robbery, murder and violence, a cold blooded heartless criminal combination emerged.

3:27:48 Sheriff Henderson Jordan just called Bonnie and Clyde a cold blooded, heartless criminal combination and referred to Bonnie as Clyde's able lieutenant, and that likely all is true. Bonnie was certainly able. She was far more than some gangster's girlfriend. That being said, it seems to me that the truth lands squarely in Girls Run the World. What this story suggests to me is that Clyde was just as much Bonnie's able lieutenant, if not more than the other way around. Perhaps there's more than just linguistic rhythm to the fact that America's most famous killer couple is remembered as Bonnie and Clyde, not Clyde and Bonnie.

3:28:33 That's right, cigar chomping, aspiring movie star and certified badass Bonnie Parker was Nobody's lieutenant. She strikes me as having been a general officer, a general officer of brutality, banditry, murder, and yes, of course, romance. I mentioned at the very outset of this story in part number one that in researching it, I felt that perhaps I had come across the reason and why Bonnie and Clyde were so much more famous than Dale Jones and Margie Dean. And it wasn't just the rise of the popularity of the radio or Bonnie's attractiveness and brightly colored hair, although both of those things were probably part of it.

3:29:15 It's that Bonnie and Clyde were a hot mess. You never knew what was coming next. They were the best dramatic television show, the best wildest reality show, if you want to think of it like that in America now, Dale Jones and Margie Dean. They were largely extremely careful. They planned big heists, They kept as a commandment never to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary. They were a well run, well oiled unit, and so in many ways, as incredible as their story is, they were far less dramatic. I mean, what do we know about reality TV.

3:29:53 Reality TV shows are never about super functional, responsible families. No, They're about train wrecks, dumpster fires, and hot messes. Right, Well, Bonnie and Clyde, they weren't planning well, Bonnie and Clyde. They weren't planning inflation adjusted million dollar train heists. They were running from the law like their hair was on fire, robbing gas stations willy nilly, often for loose change, and killing anyone that got in their way. I mean, to their credit, they generally didn't kill people just to kill them, as you've heard.

3:30:28 They let people go when they could. But compared to Dale Jones and Margie Dean, my goodness, Bonnie and Clyde were a veritable fountain of death. And they might kill you because you tried to step between them and five dollars, not five thousand. In other words, their unpredictability combined with their general attractiveness, the radio, the romance, combined with the cigar chomping woman who was, most likely, though the people chronicling the story didn't want to say it, the leader of the gang.

3:30:56 All of these things made them incredibly as they still are, and that, more than just the radio, is the reason why I think they are so much more famous than Dale Jones and Margie Dean. All right, let's get back to the story of Sheriff Henderson Jordan from Bienville Parish, Louisiana. We'll pick it up at what he called a cold blooded, heartless criminal combination and what we call a kuelar couple, the viciousness of Clyde Barrow and his able lieutenant Bonnie Parker surpassed even that of John Dillinger, who was rated as Public Enemy number one.

3:31:30 Like countless other peace officers in the South and the Southwest, I had attempted to visualize some plan to end the wild career of the pair. Never had I actually believed, however, that such an opportunity would occur in my quiet parish. Bienville Parish is in the northwest part of Louisiana Arcadia. The parish site, which is in the northeast part of the parish, is about eighty miles east of the Texas Louisiana line. The greater part of the parish lies to the southwest of our Kadia. Geographically, this would have placed my parish.

3:32:02 And again this is Sheriff Henderson Jordan from Bienville speaking well within the reach of the swooping dashes of the Killers. But until the bombastic end of their sadistic story, only one crime had been charged to Barrow and his gang in Louisiana. That one crime occurred on the night of April twenty seventh, nineteen thirty three, when H. D. Darby, a Ruston undertaker, and Miss Sophie Stone, home demonstration agent, were kidnapped by Barrow and later released in Central Arkansas. Ruston is about twenty five miles east of Arcadia.

3:32:37 The afternoon of March twenty fourth, nineteen thirty four, one of my deputies informed me that two men wished to speak to me. The visitors entered my private office. The door was closed. The men were Agent La Kendall of the Division of Investigation, Department of Justice, and Deputy Sheriff Steve Norid of Bossier Parish. Again, please, I ask you to forgive this Yankee retelling my story, both for his flat northern accent and also for all the times he inevitably will mispronounce the name of a place or a person in the great state of Louisiana.

3:33:09 So, yeah, that's who came to visit me, Agent La Kendall of the Division of Investigation, Department of Justice, and Deputy Sheriff Steve Norrid of Bossier Parrish. They were on the trail of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker. Do you recall the East of Texas prison farm escape last January? Agent Kendall asked me that was the raid in which a guard was killed and five convicts were freed. Now, I remembered vividly the daring exploit of Barrow and Bonnie Parker. Raymond Hamilton, who was one of Barrow's earlier criminal companions.

3:33:38 Henry Methvin, Joe Palmer, W. H. Bibye and JB. French were the convicts delivered in the affair. Major crosson the Guard was struck down by a hail of bullets fired from the weapons of the killers. We've established positively that Henry Methvin has been traveling with Barrow and Bonnie Parker, Agent Kendall said, working on the supposition that Methvin he might attempt to visit relatives. We've been trying to locate his father, Ivan Methvin. Ivan Methvinn lived until recently in Bossier Parish, just west of your parish.

3:34:10 He moved sometime back. Our information is that he moved to a place about fifteen miles north of Coushatta, Red River Parish. Well, that would put him just inside my parish, I said, down in the southwest corner. Agent Kendall nodded. The visit of the two officers ended fifteen minutes later. Before they left, I'd agreed to carry on a quiet investigation. I spent virtually every daylight hour the following ten days traveling through the southwestern part of Bienville Parish. I stopped my car to talk to the farmers in the area.

3:34:41 At no time did I ever make any reference to the purpose of my trips to the various communities I talked to merchants and police in the villages of the district. After the first week of the task began to appear hopeless, I spent hours listening to farmers discussing cotton prices, politics, and casual gossip. After the first week the task began to appear hopeless, I'd spent hours listening to farmers discussing cotton prices, politics, and casual gossip. I'd asked carefully worded questions about neighbors.

3:35:11 A new neighbor is an event of importance in a rural community. Finally I caught a break. I heard the name of Ivan Methbin, the father of Clyde Barrow's cohort Henry Methbin. Ivan had rented a place in the very tip of the parish, close to where Bienville Parish na to Toci's. And again, I'm basically a ghost, and Zevin is my medium, and so you'll have to forgive him that he has no idea how to pronounce the words that I'm saying. But it's there at the tip of the parish, close to where Bienville Parish, nach Toci's and Red River Parish meet at a common point, where Clyde Barrow, Bonnie Parker and Henry Methbin using that piny woods section with its innumerable hiding places as a rendezvous point.

3:35:54 I realized that I had just started a difficult and perhaps dangerous undertaking. Are HAPs dangerous? That's pretty cavalier. If the killers had been frequenting the vicinity, I knew that one misstep on my part would send them scurrying away. A carefully thought out plan would need to be devised. I could not then foresee the next development. I regret that I must withhold the name of the person who supplied information of the utmost importance in order to protect this man. I will not disclose any of the conditions under which we communicated.

3:36:27 Now remember Zevin chiming in here. Now, remember Zevin chiming in here that Sheriff Jordan is telling this story in November of nineteen thirty four, not even a year after the death of Bonnie and Clyde, who had lots of family and friends and were very popular among some people. So if he seems to be a little bit cagy in the information he reveals, that's because the danger to allies of the law was very real and immediate. All right. Back to Sheriff Jordan, like I said, I regret that I might withhold the name to protect the man.

3:37:02 But all that can really be said is that my informant was on the inside. Of course, I suppose you wouldn't be much of an informant from the outside, now would you. Now. Through this informant, this confidential informant, I learned that Barrow, Henry Methvan and Bonnie Parker had been making periodic visits to the vicinity of the Ivan Medmn farm. The visits had been made at intervals of about two weeks. Traveling at night, usually between ten and eleven o'clock. The outlaws would dash into the area in a fast motor car.

3:37:31 An hour or so later, their car would be seen speeding away over narrow side roads. That was in early April nineteen thirty four, barely six months ago. I called Agent Kendall, who was then at Monroe, fifty three miles east of Arcadia. Without revealing my information, I urged the federal operative to come to my office immediately. Two hours later, we were discussing plans for trapping the killers. And by the killers, of course, I mean what Zevin would call the killer couple, Bonnie and Clyde. The federal agent was thoroughly convinced the genuineness of my inside source of information.

3:38:03 April thirteenth was the date for the next visit. Long distance calls were placed for Chief of Police D. D. Baser of Shreveport and Sheriff Tom Hughes of Caddo Parish. These officers were asked to bring heavily armed men to Arcadia. Agent Kendall notified his office of the raid plans. Federal officers were to meet at Arcadia and at Ringgold, the town in the Alabama Bend section close to the band at Rendezvous. All of the officers were requested to be at the meeting places at six o'clock that evening.

3:38:32 As a final precaution, Agent Kendall and I decided to make another check before setting the big posse into action. It was well that we did. Hey, everybody, we're back. Thank you for taking a moment to support the brands who support kind of Murdery. First off, I'd like to give a shout out to listener Brandy Peterson from I'm Homish, Washington. Brandy, I know I owe you some kind of Murdery stickers, full color vinyl stickers. If anybody wants one, reach out to the show Kindomurdery at gmail dot com.

3:39:09 Brandy, I know I owe you the stickers. I'm sorry I've been so slow. They are coming your way. And you know what, guys, the truth is, it's disingenuous for me to just call Brandy a listener because what she is, in fact is a dear, dear family friend. Years ago, when my wife was pregnant with our daughter and we had to move in the midst in the later stages of that pregnancy, Brandy flew to Los Angeles from Washington and helped us move. She's the best friend any family could hope for. So Brandy, I love you, We love you.

3:39:44 Your stickers are coming. Forgive me for taking so long, and please accept my eternal gratitude for your friendship. Speaking of friends, I also would like to shout out my good buddies Brent and Carl, who hosts the Evil Never Dies podcast, which is a kick ass podcast about heavy metal and other things, and also like kind of Murdery, has a badass skull logo. Brett Carl, thanks for being good buddies, Thanks for listening to the show, And specifically, Brett, who is a Texan, was kind enough to reach out to me the other day on Instagram.

3:40:19 That's at kind of Murdery on Instagram to let me know that the town of Montague, Texas, now I had called it Montague, Texas in my ignorance, is in fact pronounced Montag, So everybody in Montag, Texas, thank you so much for listening to the show. Sorry, I screwed up the name. It wasn't the first time, it won't be the last time that I mispronounced the name. Thank you, guys for forgiving me in my infinitely fallible humanity, which brings me to my next point. Please everyone, let's remember to be kind to each other, to be mindful of the fact that the social media bubble makes us all believe that nobody could possibly feel as disconnected or lonely as we feel, because everybody curates that little window into their lives, even if it's just a tiny little peep hole.

3:41:10 They make you think that everything is perfect, that you're the only one who's alone and sad and broken and fallible, and of course that is a lie. We all feel that way all the time, some of us to greater degrees than others. But we all feel lonely, we all feel sad, we all make mistakes, we all have things in our lives that we'd rather not bear to the world. So if there's someone out there who you care about, and they're a human being, it's a pretty safe assumption that they feel lonely pretty regularly.

3:41:39 And so what I would suggest, and I started being mindful about doing this after my dear, dear friend from college, Nicholas Tucci, passed away at the start of the pandemic. But if you think about a friend of yours, a family member, somebody you care about, if you think about them, pause and actually reach out to them, text them, call them. Because there's a funny thing about the human brain. The brain is able to trick itself into believing that intending to do something or just thinking about doing something is the same as doing it.

3:42:11 And so what happens is you intend to donate to charity, You intend to reach out to a friend or a family member, or someone else who's in a tough place, or someone you just miss. You intend to do it, and all of a sudden, your brain decides that that intention is the same as the action and rewards itself with the dopamine hit that you're looking for for doing something good, except you never actually did it. And that's a big part of the problem with social media. Right we see an article about a worthy cause that we support, or a problem in the world that needs correcting or action that should be taken, and we comment on it or we like it, and our brain goes, okay, good, you did it.

3:42:52 You did the thing. You're a good person, But in fact you didn't really do anything. So let's apply that to our human relationships as well. And if you think think about somebody you care about, reach out to them, because thinking about them is not the same as letting them know that you're thinking about them. Now. I know I always mentioned in this section and I will write here the new free three digit number nine eight eight, where if you are in acute crisis you can call to receive immediate counseling from someone who cares for suicidal thoughts, substance abuse, or mental health related issues.

3:43:24 So please remember that number nine eight eight, Program it in your phone, use it if you need it. Please remember that you are loved. But in this case, although it's extremely valuable to reach out and let somebody who may be in a dark place know how much you care about them, how much you want to see them, how important it is that they continue to walk the planet, that's all extremely important, But in this case, I'm not talking about just reaching out to friends or family or people you care about who may be in a dark place or maybe vulnerable to descending into a dark place.

3:43:59 I'm talking about any friend, family, or loved one that you have, no matter how stable and happy they may seem, if you think about him, text them, call him, let him know you're there. Because in today's world, with so much digital separation between humans, add to that the pandemic and all of this stuff, we're all feeling more disconnected than ever before. And humans are communal creatures. We need to be together. So if you think about someone, reach out in that moment. Don't tell yourself you're gonna do it later, because you might not, and it might be too late.

3:44:33 I mentioned at the top here that I started doing this after my dear friend Nick Tucci passed away unexpectedly. Well, here's what happened to me. Nick, wonderful guy, wonderful actor. He shared a birthday April third with the legendary actor Marlon Brando, and Nick, who was a tremendously talented actor, was understandably proud of sharing a birthday with an all time great like Marlon Brando. And so, because of this little mnemonic device, and because he was one of my closest friends in life, I always is remembered nixt birthday, April third, and every year, come hell or highwater, I would always call him on his birthday.

3:45:08 Well, in twenty twenty, just a couple weeks into the pandemic, it was late March, probably the last week of March, and I thought to myself, remember, Zevan, remember to call Nick on April third. We'd known each other since college. We've been roommates in Los Angeles, just very close friends, more like brothers, for twenty plus years. At this point I lived in LA he'd moved back to the East Coast. I hadn't talked to him. In a while, I said, remember April third's coming up, Remember to call Nick on his birthday.

3:45:35 And it felt like mere seconds after I had that thought. But it was probably a day later that a close mutual friend of ours reached out to me and let me know that Nick Tucci had passed, And of course I was shocked and devastated. This would have been Nick's thirty ninth birthday, if he'd had a chance to celebrate it. You don't expect your close friend to pass away at thirty nine. But what I remember thinking first, well two things. One was that Nick was very passionate about the things that he cared about.

3:46:06 He never had a middle of the road or a halfway opinion about anything. He would either love it to the moon or hate it straight to the depths of hell. And one of the things that Nick was very passionate about was Batman, the character of Batman comic books and movies. And at this point we all knew that Robert Pattinson, he originally of Harry Potter and Twilight Fame, had been cast as the caped Crusader the Dark Night, And if you'd only seen him in Twilight, you might have wondered way back then if that was a good decision or not.

3:46:41 Of course, it turned out to be a good decision, and I knew that whether he loved it or hated it, the Robert Pattinson Batman Movie or what Nick probably would have called the bat Man Movie, whether he loved it or hated it, he would have had an extremely passionate, extremely compelling, well reasoned diatribe that supported his feelings. And when I heard that he'd passed away, my first thought was, Oh, no, I'm never gonna find out what Nick thinks about pat Man. And then my next thought was if I had just reached out to him, just called him, just texted him in that moment when I mentally reminded myself to call or text him in a couple weeks, then I might have gotten to talk to him one last time.

3:47:30 Those kind of regrets about people you love suck. I hope none of you listening know what that's like. I'm sure many of you do, so yes, if you think about someone you care about, just pause and reach out. It'll mean a lot to them. And whether it's only because you connected with someone you care about or because you didn't miss the chance to connect with someone you love for the last time. It'll mean a lot to you too, all right, thank you for giving me the space to share that personal story. It's something I've been gnawing on for a long time, and it's an example of the kind of story that I hope we can all share with each other.

3:48:07 So if you have a personal story to tell, reach out to me Kindomurdery at gmail dot com or at kind of Murdery on all social media, including now TikTok. Reach out to me and share it. And if you'd just like to share it with me, you can. But if you'd like me to share it with our audience, I will. You don't have to be wise to have wisdom. We've all collected wisdom along the way, and it's likely that things that seem obvious to you have never even occurred to someone else. So please reach out, share, let's make a connection.

3:48:38 And I would be remiss if on this September the eleventh, twenty twenty two, I failed to remember with deep honor and gratitude, the heroes and the victims of that terrible tragedy twenty one years ago, and the ultimate sacrifice that they made for us in our place so that we did not have to. To the families and friends of everyone who died that day and in the days that followed. Thank you and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that you must carry so much more than your fair share of a pain that belongs to all of us.

3:49:14 So thank you, Thank you, and your family and friends will never be forgotten. All right, it's time to get back to the thrilling conclusion of wheels, barrows and blood The bad Lands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde, Part seven kind of murdery resumes now. Late that afternoon, we left Arcadia in my car to reconnoiter the vicinity of the projected raid. The other officers were to remain at their posts until they heard from us. We drove into Natchitotia's parish. What we learned there came as a bitter disappointment.

3:49:59 Thing had caused Barrow to postpone his scheduled visit. He would not be there that night. There seemed to be some uncertainty as to the time of his next trip, and for the safety of the innocent, how that was determined must not be revealed. Speeding back to Arcadia, we notified the officers gathered there of the change to the Bandit's plans. Slowly the men gathered their weapons and ammunition, preparing to leave. I addressed the officers. I want to ask you men to say nothing about this affair tonight.

3:50:28 This is the first time in two years that anything approaching a spot used as a permanent hideout by Barrow has been found. If our plan should leak out, the gang will be scared out of the country. Please keep it quiet, plead. Perhaps my desire for secrecy was unnecessary, but I will never think so. In that manner, I entered the far flung search for the Killer Gang. In the meantime, two of the most outstanding officers in the Southwest had been relentlessly following the trail of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker.

3:50:56 Their assignment was to bring the desperadoes in or alive. Of course, the law would prefer alive. But frankly, at this point there were so many officers of the law and other innocent people dead in the wake of Bonnie and Clyde, that we were a little less picky than we might have been otherwise. Captain Frank Hamer, who had made criminal apprehension history. As a member of the famous Texas Rangers, had taken up the hazardous task of capturing Bonnie and Clyde soon after the Easteram prison farm delivery.

3:51:27 He was a fit man for the assignment. Six foot three inches tall and powerfully built, he possessed the analytical mind necessary to cope with Barrow's elusiveness. Infuriated by the raid on the prison farm, Lee Simmons, general manager of the Texas Prison System, declared that the state would be avenged for the indignity. He decided early that there was only one procedure, and that was to put one or two highly capable officers on the trail and keep them there until they succeeded. Captain Hamer was his immediate choice.

3:51:58 The former Texas Rance, then a member of the Texas State Highway Patrol, was noted for his persistence, ability and bravery. Called the fastest man on the draw in the state of Texas. Captain Hammer had killed sixty five outlaws who had been foolish enough to attempt to kill him. Holy crap, sixty five sixty five outlaws, and this is presumably not from a mile away. With a long distance precision rifle. I imagine a lot of these were firefights. Sixty five outlaws, Holy moly. Although the stories about the officer were legion, General Manager Simmons knew that Captain Hamer was closed mouth, declining even to discuss his past exploits.

3:52:43 Barrow would never know that the nemesis of outlaws might someday look at him down the barrel of a deadly revolver. Before approaching Captain Hamer on the subject, Simmons went to Governor M. A. Ferguson. The prison executive outlined his plan. At first, it seemed as though technicalities the law might defeat the plan. Finally, the Governor's consent was won. If Captain Hamer wanted the task, he would be given a blanket assignment with permission to leave the state at will. February tenth, twenty five days after the prison camp delivery, Captain Hamer became special investigator of the Texas State prison System.

3:53:18 He had obtained an indefinite leave from the Highway Patrol. At that time. The Captain's knowledge of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker was only general. The crimes of the pair and the activities of peace officers against them had been scattered over a wide territory. If there was a modus operandi an mo, it would seem to be kill and flee. So where to find barrow? A spot map of the criminal operations of the outlaws would seem to indicate that you could find barrow anywhere in a half a million square miles.

3:53:48 Anywhere and a half a million square miles. Huh, easy, pas right. Captain Hamer knew that his only chance of success lay in a careful study of the Barrow method of operations. The man's early and more recent crimes would have to be analyzed. The most minute details would have to be taken into consideration. The swooping, cross country dashes of the gang might lead to a forecast. In other words, what Captain Frank Hamer had set out to do was to prepare, in effect, a weather map of the Barrow tactics.

3:54:17 By accumulating a vast knowledge of the criminal's activities, the officer believed that he might be able to predict a spot at which he would encounter the outlaws. To start with, he had his basic points nine murders, possibly a score of sizeable hold ups, and literally countless petty robberies of all sorts. Captain Hamer's first act was to go to the office of Sheriff R. A. Schmid of Dallas County, Texas. The sheriff and his deputies probably were better acquainted with the Barrow depredations than any other officers in the country.

3:54:47 Baron Dallas, the special investigator was introduced to Deputy Sheriff Bob Alcorn, who some months previously had been given a special assignment on the Barrow case. Sheriff Schmid and Deputy Alcorn had engaged in a wild battle with Barrow and bos Mony Parker in November of nineteen thirty three. For hours, the three officers went over the records on Barrow and his various companions. The Bear facts were there, Sheriff Schmid and Deputy Alcorn went into further detail. The hour was late when this important conference was ended.

3:55:14 When it was over, the Hamer Alcorn combination was formed. The two officers were to work together indefinitely. It was not so much the crimes committed by the outlaws that interested the officers at this point. They were rather trying to become acquainted with the habits and psychology of the perpetrators. More than fifteen thousand miles were to be covered by Frank Hamer's team of searchers. Their travels were to carry them through nine states, Texas, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Missouri, Kansas, Iowa, and into Mississippi and Louisiana.

3:55:44 Before the desperate pair the killer couple, Bonnie and Clyde were cornered. Law enforcement learned that Barrow apparently was a strong believer in hunches. The bandit leader would stop his car in one of his mad dashes, backtracked for miles, and again suddenly changed his direction. His movements seemingly were without rhyme or reason. Much about the habits of Barrow and his woman companion, that's Bonnie Parker, of course, were learned from W. D. Jones, a youthful witness to several of the murders and other crimes who was arrested by Sheriff Schmid late in nineteen thirty three.

3:56:17 And of course you'll remember Jones's story about being picked up by Barrow and traveling with the gang and committing crimes with the gang, and then fleeing the gang and going home to his mother, planning to never be a criminal again, only to have Barrows show up and force him to rejoin. One of the periods that had been a blank to earlier investigators was cleared up by Hamer's team. That was the time that Bonnie and Clyde disappeared following the kidnapping of two officers near Wellington, Texas, last year.

3:56:45 Bonnie, at that time was suffering from severe burns received in a motorcar wreck. After binding the kidnapped officers to a tree in western Oklahoma, the gang dashed across the state and took possession of a home in Venita, Oklahoma. Two members of the party went to Miami, a nearby town Miami, Oklahoma, and secured the services of a nurse. The nurse was instructed to go to Afton. There, she was picked up and taken by motor car to the Venita house. For several days, the nurse was kept prisoner by Clyde Barrow.

3:57:12 The young woman was forced to treat Bonnie Parker's burns. Still badly frightened by her experiences, the nurse told her story for the first time to Captain Hamer and Deputy Alcorn. A rapid succession of new atrocities starting in late March and continuing into April nineteen thirty four, caused the officers to speed madly over hundreds of miles of highways. There were two bank robberies in which Clyde Barrow and Raymond Hamilton were identified. Then April first Easter Sunday, public sentiment against Barrow and his cigar chomping best gal was brought to a white heat by the murder of two State Highway patrolmen.

3:57:45 The officers were brutally killed near Grapevine, between the cities of Dallas and Fort Worth. L. G. Ferris, head of the patrol, immediately offered all of his resources, all of the men in his organization to Captain Hamer and Deputy Alcorn. Captain Hamer chose just one man, Roman M. B. Gault, who had been a member of the Rangers. The pursuers were given further powers and resources by a secret action of the Dallas County Grand Jury. There's a pretty entertaining, pretty darn good movie if you like the kind of movies that I like.

3:58:14 This is Zevin budding in here, of course, called The Highwaymen, starring Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson, with Costner playing Frank Hamer and Woody Harrelson playing mb Gault about the capture of Bonnie and Clyde. By the way, that was an entirely unpaid, honest and contemporaneous endorsement and plug for the movie The Highwaymen, which is a Netflix original movie. By the way, I'm not getting a dime from Netflix to plug their movies. However, Netflix, if you're listening and you would like to sponsor kind of murdery, well that would be awesome.

3:58:49 That's right. Kind of murdery is available to be sponsored by any product that doesn't somehow demagnetize our moral compass. So if you like the show, reach out and sponsor us. In the meantime, everybody, do watch The Highwaymen. It's great, and that's something I am not being sponsored to say. Back to the story, Five days later, Bonnie and Clyde killed Constable cal Campbell at Commerce, Oklahoma. In their escape, they kidnapped Chief of Police Percy Boyd, releasing the officer hours later in Kansas.

3:59:18 It was then that Attorney General Homer S. Cummings ordered the Department of Justice to make every effort toward apprehension of Barrow and his companions. Then followed days of running down tip after tip on the whereabouts of the killers. Traveling sometimes separately but more often together, the three officers, Captain Frank Hamer, Deputy Alcorn, and Patrolman M. B. Gault, sped all over the Southwest. At times they knew they were close on the trail. On several occasions they believed it would be just a matter of hours before the gang would be cornered.

3:59:48 But law enforcement all over the country a number of times that I could no longer even count, believed that exact same thing at so many points throughout this incredible story of escape and murder and banditry, and escape and murder and banditry, rinse, repeat. That is the epic tale of the bad Lands Romance of Bonnie and Clyde, which we are rapidly approaching the climax. So yes, at times the officers believe that the gang would soon be cornered within a matter of hours. Traveling sometimes separately but more often together, the three officers, Captain Frank Hamer, Deputy Alcorn, and Patrolman MB Gault, sped all over the Southwest.

4:00:29 At times they knew they were close on the trail. On several occasions they believed it would be just a matter of hours before the gang would be cornered. Raymond Hamilton was captured on May twenty fifth. He was fleeing from Lewisville, where he'd robbed the First National Bank. Hamilton told the officers that his association with Barrow had been terminated. Some weeks previously. The gang had quarreled over the division of loot from a bank at Lancaster, Texas. The split had occurred at Terry Hot, Indiana or Terre Haute or Terre Hot.

4:00:59 If you're from in Indiana, please reach out Kindamurdery at gmail dot com and correct me the split had occurred at Terry Hot, Indiana. When Hamilton escaped, he was serving sentences totaling two hundred and sixty three years. One of the sentences was for a murder in which he had participated with Clyde Barrow. The killer was rushed to trial on one of the bank robbery cases. The state demanded the death sentence. A jury gave him another ninety nine year sentence, bringing the total to three hundred and sixty two years.

4:01:28 This was the second time that Hamilton had escaped. The extreme penalty asked by the State. Although disappointed by the verdict, state officials announced that they were not through with the young slayer. He would be tried for the murder of Major Crosson at the prison farm. Numerous letters mailed by the outlaws gave the officers additional information on the movements of their quarry. In one, Bonnie Parker denied that she smoked cigars. The final letter mailed to Hamilton was received May fifteenth.

4:01:54 Barrow called his former partner a killer and a yellow punk. He accused Hamilton of attempting to take more than his share of the bank loot. A fingerprint on the letter was identified as that of Clyde Barrow by Douglas Walsh, identification expert of the Dallas Police Department. The print was identified by at least twenty specific points. Gradually, Captain Hamer, Deputy Alcorn, and Patrolman Gulch were closing in on the remaining members of the gang. At last, they had determined that Barrow was shuttling back and forth between At last, they determined that Barrow was shuttling back and forth between points near Fort Smith, Arkansas, and Shreveport, Louisiana.

4:02:31 In fact, the night of April thirteenth, a trap was laid for Barrow at Fort Smith. This was the same night that Barrow had failed to appear at his hideout in Bienville Parish. It was believed that the gang barely had escaped capture in the Arkansas raid. Underwelled contacts and several cities were utilized. That the officers solved fourteen bank robberies while in pursuit of Barrow indicates the thoroughness of which they worked, although a glass half empty kind of person might say that the fact that they had time to solve fourteen bank robberies before capturing Bonnie and Clyde showed how incredibly ineffectively and inefficiently they had worked, at least at the goal of capturing the famed outlaws.

4:03:14 Shortly after the date that my raid had failed to materialize, and when I say my I'm Sheriff Henderson Jordan from Bienville Parish, Louisiana. Shortly after my raid failed to materialize, Captain Hamer and Deputy Alkhorn dashed into Shreveport, a city about sixty miles west of Arcadia. In a conference call there with Sheriff Hughes, the Texas officers were advised to call on me. Sheriff Hughes did not divulge the nature of my information. A few hours later, I'd made the acquaintance of the Texans.

4:03:42 Seated in my opposite arcadia, they listened closely as I related the details of my investigation. They asked numerous questions about the lay of the land. Finally, Captain Frank Hamer said, well, that's the best darn information we've had on them. It looks like you might have a fine chance of catching them. We'd like to work with you, if you don't mind. It should go without saying that. I was more than glad to accept the offer of Captain Hamer. We talked for some time. In the exchange of information, I learned much about the killers profiting from the arduous work of the men trailing the Barrow gang.

4:04:11 Assuming the rumors of the presence of the Texas officers might reach the ear of Barrow, it was agreed that Captain Hamer should return to his home in Austin and the Deputy Alcorn would return to Dallas. They would await my call before returning to Louisiana. I immediately contacted my undercover man. We made plans for a cautious watch over the vicinity of the meth beIN farm. Too late I learned of another visit to the place by Barrow, Henry Methman, and Bonnie Parker. It occurred the night of May eighth.

4:04:38 The report I received on that visit was so detailed that it revealed a little of Barrow's conversation. He'd gone to bed at one in the morning, sleeping only two hours. Here's what infamous crook and killer Clyde had to say. I slept in a bed for the first time in eight months, Barrow said. The report of this snippet of conversation reached me several hours after the three members of the gang fed away in their motor car. Believing that there might be some chance of capturing Barrow alive some night when he was taking one of those naps, I made arrangements for speedier communication with my informant.

4:05:10 In many respects I dreaded the thought of such a night rate, as it would endanger the lives of several women and children. However, it appeared as if the risk might be necessary in order that Captain Hamer and Deputy Alcorn might become acquainted with the country. I asked them to come to Arcadia. We drove over most of the roads in the southwestern part of the parish. I described the surrounding country. Before that trip had been completed, the officers were thoroughly familiar with every possible avenue of escape.

4:05:35 I don't like the idea of a raid, I told the Texans. I'm sure I can think of some way of us avoiding it. Give me a little more time, and we may be able to take them without killing or wounding innocent persons. The officers offered no objection. They returned to their homes. The morning of May ninth, I called Captain Hamer. He arrived in my office at six o'clock in the evening. He was accompanied by Deputy Alcorn, Patrolman Gault, and Deputy Ted Hinton of Dallas County. We're about ready to go, I said, sometime between now and the first of the month.

4:06:04 Barrow and Bonnie Parker will be at the hideout. Just now, the date is uncertain. Will you be ready to come when I call? There was no doubt about the response. Captain Hamer agreed to stay at a designated hotel in Shreveport. He would be ready to leave on a minute's notice, the other officers would be likewise prepared for action. About a week later, Ivan Methfin moved, not moved figuratively, like made an action in this overall caper. He literally moved houses, moved homes. What would that do to our plans?

4:06:33 A tedious weight was ended by word from my informer he'd been able to maintain his contact. Barrow had paid a visit to Methin's new location. Methan had moved from the tip of Bienville Parish to an abandoned house east of Sales. This house, the property of SG Coal of Sales, was located about eighteen miles southwest of Arcadia and somewhat near the center of my parish. Situated deep in a forest of pine trees, the house was a mile and a quarter off of State Highway number four sixteen. The road leading to the house was winding, barely wide enough to accommodate a slowly moving car.

4:07:06 It was lined with tall trees. Several hundred yards from the highway, the road passed through a clearing about four hundred yards long. From there onto the house, the lane wound its way through the forest and across a draw in a surprise twist, the house was occupied by meth beIN without the permission of the owner. My next information concerning Barrow was of a startling nature. Late Monday night, May twenty first, word came to me that Barrow and Bonnie were planning a raid on the First National Bank at Arcadia.

4:07:33 Barrow's set up for such a robbery was almost perfect. He could have raided the bank and twenty five minutes later have literally dropped from sight in his new hiding place. He would not have had to use a main highway in his escape. Early the next morning, I warned WMDs, president of the bank, of Barrow's plot. WMD's all right. I have to say this just for all the kids today and back when I was a kid too. WMD's WMD's nuts all right. So I warned the bank owner of the plot. I lent the banker a high powered rifle and placed armed band in strategic positions in the vicinity of the institution.

4:08:09 A constant guard was to be maintained during the business hours of the bank. It was eight thirty Tuesday night, May twenty second that I received another report from my undercover man. The import of that whispered message was staggering. It meant an immediate formulation of a new plan if I could move fast enough. It meant that Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker would drive into an inescapable trap. Clyde Barrow, Henry Methman, and Bonnie Parker had visited the Old Coal Place near Sales Monday night.

4:08:35 The following morning, Clyde, Bonnie, and the escape convict drove to Shreveport. Their car was parked in a secluded spot. Meth then started off on foot to obtain food for himself and his companions. Something had alarmed Barrow. No one will ever know what caused him to drive away. Before Methin returned. I learned that an hour or so later he returned to the place, but had been unable to find meth been alarmed over the separation from Henry. Barrow and Bonnie returned to the Coal Place. They arrived there between five and six o'clock.

4:09:02 They soon learned that Methvin had not returned to his father's home. Barrow gave an order to ivan Methbin, Henry's father. You go to the old Place and see if Henry's there, The outlaw commanded, We'll go to Bossier Parish. He may have gone there. I was to learn later that the gang had a meeting place in that parish, between the towns of Benton and Plain Dealing. The vital part of my informer's message was yet to come. His voice lower than ever, he quoted Barrow, We'll meet you on the road between Sales and Gibbsland between nine and ten o'clock in the morning.

4:09:32 The outlaw told the elder Methbin, could we trap Barrow on the highway. I rushed to the telephone and called Captain Hamer. My message was short, come to Arkadia at once, get your other men if you can. There was no time to be lost. We'd have to select a place for the trap, a place distant from homes. I knew it would be difficult to find a desirable clearing along the Gibbsland Sales Road. A forest line road would have offered too good an opportunity for the pair to escape. The tentative plan for the trap was made in my office.

4:09:58 Besides myself, there were five other in the room, Captain Hamer, Chief Deputy Sheriff, Prentice M. Oakley of Bienville Parish, Deputy Sheriff's Alcorn and Hinton of Dallas County and Patrolman Gault. About eleven o'clock I took Captain Hamer and Deputy Alcorn in my car to Gibbsland, a little town southwest of Arcadia. For the next two hours we drove back and forth over the sandy gravel road between Gibbsland and Sales. Our plan made it necessary to establish the trap somewhat closer to Sales than Gibbsland.

4:10:25 Meth Ben would be driving north over the highway, and we wanted him to be the first to arrive at the trap. At last, we found what seemed to be a perfect spot. It was about three miles north of sALS and situated on a straight north and south stretch of highway. The road swung down a fairly sharp grade over a small rise, and then to a steeper hill. The place for our ambush was on the rise. The road cut through the small hill to leave an embankment of about three feet in height on both sides. The forest was seated at the point, and the sides of the road were lined with low brush.

4:10:52 In throwing back the earth from the cut, the highway workers had created a low ridge along the east embankment. Grass and wheat along the edge made a perfect cover. From behind the ridge could be obtained a good view of the road to the north. We could see the road for three quarters of a mile to the north and a full half mile to the south. Would Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker keep the appointment with Ivan Methman. That was all that was vital to us. We'd be ready for them. We returned to Arcadia to pick up the other officers.

4:11:18 Shortly before three o'clock the morning of May twenty third. Our posse of six men left Arcadia and two motor cars. Less than an hour later. We were squatting in the dew soaked brush and weeds at the trap. Our cars were hidden deep in the brush. I had arranged the men in a line about forty yards long, all on the east side of the road. Deputies Alcorn and Hinton were at the north end of the line. They would be better able to identify Barrow and Bonnie Parker than other members of our group. Captain Frank Hamer, because of his accuracy with firearms, was stationed at the south end.

4:11:57 I was near the center of the line. Chief Deputy d Oakley was at my right and Patrolman Gulf to my left. Deputy Hindon was armed with a Browning automatic rifle. Deputy all Corn, Captain Frank Hamer, and Patrolman Gault were armed with automatic shotguns loaded with buckshot. Deputy Oakley and I were carrying Remington automatic rifles, and there was a third rifle of that type available for use. All of us, of course, were carrying our regular side arms. Chilled by the dew, we were glad when the sun rose over the trees.

4:12:24 All of us were hungry. The next meal was the principal topic of discussion, and we talked about food to lessen the monotony. Barrows seldom was mentioned. Attacks by swarms of mosquitoes did not make the weight easier. At about daylight, I called to Deputy Hindon, how are the groceries holding out? Ted? What groceries? I'm so hungry, I've eaten the stalk off your rifle when I'm starting on the barrel. Our plan was to stop Methvin as he drove along the road. We would force him to park on the side of the highway.

4:12:51 Awaiting the appearance of Barrow and Bonnie Parker. We wanted to capture them alive if possible. There would be no chance of that if we tried to stop their car as it sped over the road. Barrow was known to be a fast driver. A barricade would have spoiled any chance we might have at avoiding bloodshed. The sound of a motor came from the south. Instantly, all members of the group dropped to reclining positions in the undergrowth. A truck pulled over the hill. It appeared familiar to me As it drew closer.

4:13:17 I recognized the driver. When it was about fifty yards from the trap. I stepped into the road and signaled the driver to stop. He was Ivan Methmin Henry, Methbin's father, Henry being the current third member of Bonnie and Clyde's gang. As the truck pulled to a halt, the other officers stood up. Meth beIN looked at them. What's the trouble officers, he asked, we've got a trap set for Barrow and Bonnie Parker. Methfin, I said, we're going to take him right where you meet him on the road. Right here is where the meeting is going to take place.

4:13:45 If meth Ben had any objection to the idea. He didn't put it into words. He pulled his truck over to the west side of the road, still headed north. It stood directly across the highway from Deputies Alcorn and Hinton. Pull off that right front wheel. I instructed him, I want you to give the effect that you have a flat tire. Barrow will stop when he sees you. I told Methman to stand beside his truck. I called the officers together. We're ready, I said, there's only one thing more. Don't start anything until it's absolutely certain that Barrow and his women are in Any car that may pull up.

4:14:15 Maybe we can take them alive, but I don't believe we ought to take any chances. If they reach for their guns, you let him have it. As the hour of nine o'clock approached, the strain increased. Two or three cars flashing down the highway from the north caused added tenseness. As we awaited the word from deputies. Hinted in Alcorn for each of those cars, they shouted no. At nine point fifteen, a car nosed over the north hill and started down the grate. At the distance we could tell it was a Ford V eight.

4:14:39 It was the type of car that Barrow was driving. According to my informant. As it drew closer, we could distinguish its color as light tan. That also checked out with my informant. Traveling at a pace of about forty five miles an hour, it rapidly was cutting down the distance. The driver apparently saw methmin. The car began to slow down. Deputy Alcorn, crouching, peered through the weed. His rifle was in his right hand, His left hand was stretched out behind him, ready to emphasize a signal. It's barrow.

4:15:07 He called the parker. Woman's with him. The car was about one hundred yards away, traveling at a much slower speed. The occupants looking at methven apparently felt safe. The first warning had sent a vibration up my spine. As the time neared where life or death hinged on split second action, the top feeling passed. I was ready. I could see most of the other men in the posse. None showed the slightest trace of nervousness. Bob, I called, be sure man. Deputy Alcorn replied. His words barely were audible.

4:15:38 I know it's barrow and his woman steady. Now A heavy rumble from the south caused me to look in that direction. A wood pulp truck was approaching at a fair rate of speed. Two black men were in the cab. It seemed as though the truck might present a shield for the barrel car. Then the truck slowed down to a crawling speed. Evidently the driver feared a collision. The toward sedan came to a halt between my men and meth Fin's Chevrolet truck. Hello got a flat. Barrow called yes, meth Fn replied, did you find Henry?

4:16:08 No, haven't you seen them? Clyde Barrow was under the wheel of the car. Bonnie Parker was sitting beside him. I observed, thankfully that no one was in the rear seat. Methvin continued the conversation by answering Barrow's question in the negative. He then spoke to Bonnie, Hey, have you got that drink for me? There was no answer to that question. Had it been a signal? I jumped to my feet and shouted, put him up, Clyde, you're covered. The big Tan V eight left forward. Barrow had shifted into low gear as he was talking to Methvin.

4:16:35 I was watching Barrow. His left hand was on the steering wheel. He picked up a gun with his right hand. Bonnie Parker was seen to raise a pistol. Then the door on Barrow's side of the car started to swing open. Barrow would not surrender. The sharp report of a rifle sounded. Its echo was drowned by the roar of six guns. Lead was poured into Barrow's car. The windshield was shattered. Most of the bullets were taking effect there and in the left front door of the sedan. The car continued to move oo gunfire was raking it from six angles.

4:17:02 The glass and the rear left door was blown to bits. I saw black holes appear in the side of the car. The noise was deafening. I had no idea of time. It might have been an hour that I stood there on the firing line, but actually everything was over in seconds. I saw Barrow's head fall against the back of the seat. Blood was gushing out. I saw Bonnie Parker slump forward as if to pick up something off the floor of the car. The motor of the Ford had died. Still in gear, the car coasted jerkily. It rolled into a ditch on the west side of the road, coming to a stop against the side of the embankment.

4:17:36 There was no sign of movement inside the car. All of us leapt onto the gravel road and ran to the stalled machine. Our weapons were ready, but even then we knew that we could discard our guns. Nothing could have lived through that volley of more than one hundred and fifty shots. Clyde Barrow was dead. Bonnie Parker, her head between her knees, was dead. They'd been unable to fire a shot. I looked down the road at the wood pulp truck. It had stopped at the first shot. The two men who'd occupied the cab had fled into the timber.

4:18:09 The back of Barrow's head literally had been beaten into a pulp by the hail of lead. He'd been struck at least a dozen times in the body. Six or seven bullets had taken effect. In Bonnie Parker's face. We later found that she'd been struck by twenty five shots. Her right hand virtually was cut off. Both of the outlaws had been cut badly by flying glass. In the lap of Clyde Barrow was a sowd Off sixteen gage automatic shotgun. His right hand was curled around the shortened stock seven grim notches had been carved in the wood by the killer boy, leaving Sheriff Jordan for a second zeven here.

4:18:49 You know, as terrible of murderers and criminals as Bonnie and Clyde were, It's hard, right somehow, to be gunned down on an ambush against such overwhelming odds. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel fair, even though they absolutely deserve justice. Somehow, stacking the deck like that doesn't feel like justice, right, I mean, that was my initial reaction. I have to say, though, that the report that Clyde had carved seven notches into the stock of his automatic shotgun, one for each person that that shotgun had killed, does do something to alleviate the sense of foul play or unfair play, stacked deck, rigged rules, whatever you want to call it.

4:19:41 Seven notches in the shotgun, one for each human life it's taken, does a pretty effective job of reminding us who law enforcement was actually dealing with. Not so much the romantic figures the killer couple, but really cold blooded murderers. All right. Back to the story, seven grim notches had and carved in the wood of the shotgun stock by the killer in Bonnie's lap was a forty five caliber automatic pistol. There were three notches on this gun. Between the pair was another automatic shotgun, so they were both keeping a proud tally of their murders yikes.

4:20:17 On the floor of the car was a bag containing forty clips for a Browning automatic rifle. Three rifles of that type were in the rear of the car. All were loaded under a robe. On the rear seat were ten automatic pistols and one revolver, all fully loaded. Three bags in a box contained more than two thousand rounds of ammunition. Make no mistake, Clyde Barrow and the red headed Bonnie had been ready for us or any other officers that might have accosted them. We gave them a chance to surrender. They refused.

4:20:46 Six Texas and Louisiana officers are alive today because they shot first, and shot fast, and shot straight. While we were examining the car and the bodies of its occupants, Ivan Methvin replaced the wheel on his truck and drove away. A few minutes later, telegraph and telefeh and wires were carrying the news of our success. By success, while accurate, is a tough thing, to call it when you've literally ripped them to shreds with bullets and glass. Sheriff Jordan remained at the scene while Captain Hamer and Deputy Alcorn drove to Gibbsland to report to Texas officials.

4:21:15 Chief Deputy Oakley notified Coroner J. L. Wade of the killing. Coroner Wade ordered the bodies moved to Arcadia. The tan Ford Sedan, which we later learned had been stolen from a resident of Topeka, Kansas, was towed to the parish site. It served as a hearse for Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker on that eighteen mile ride. In Arcadia, a closer examination was made of the contents of the outlaw car. Fifteen sets of license plates under a rear seat indicated one of Barrow's favorite tricks to elude capture.

4:21:43 A pair of sunglasses that had been worn by the band that were found on the seat. The lenses had been shattered by the bullets. Bonnie's over nightcase was in the rear of the car. It contained lipstick, rouge, face powder, and various personal effects. Also in the rear of the car was a saxophone and several sheets of music in the trunk. On the the back of the machine was a bag containing Barrow's extra clothing, a hot water bottle, and two magazines. At the time of her death, Bonnie was wearing a red dress and red shoes.

4:22:09 She was wearing a wedding ring, but that must have been one of the very few concessions to appearances ever made by Bonnie. She was not married to Barrow. On Barrow's person was found more than five hundred dollars. The young killer was dressed in blue trousers and a white shirt. His tie hanging on the rear view mirror had been shredded by bullets. He died with his shoes off. They were on the floor of the car. We were compelled to lock the car in the jail yard. Souvenir hunters threatened to tear the machine to pieces.

4:22:39 The streets around the jail and the conger funeral parlor where the bodies were taken were jammed by the curious. The population of Arcadia was multiplied by four times. Within a few hours. After arriving in Arcadia, I informed state authorities of the successful trap. An hour or so later, I received this telegram from the governor of Louisiana. Sheriff Henderson Jordan Arcadia, Lie, Louisiana, you are to be congratulated upon the capture of two of the most notorious outlaws in the Southwest. It is only by such diligence and action as you have shown, that crime can be stamped out.

4:23:10 Oh Kay Allen, Governor. A coroner's jury reported that afternoon that the outlaws had been killed by officers in the line of duty during the night. The bodies were removed to Dallas by relatives. Mister Darby, the undertaker, once a victim of the Bloody Barrows, assisted in the embalming. County officials from Fort Worth, Texas requested permission to fire test shots from the sixteen gage shotgun found in Barrow's lap. The discharged cartridge cases were given to George Lacy, Houston, Texas ballistics expert.

4:23:36 He compared the firing pin marks of the cartridge cases with those on discharged shells found at the scene of the murder of the two Texas Highway patrolmen. The markings were identical. The tests substantiated previous evidence that Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker had killed Patrolman Wheeler and Murphy the morning of Easter Sunday, at long last, with a heavy price in human life, the trail of the Bloody Barrows had been brought to a conclusion. A few days after Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker had been buried, a Texas jury added what might be called an exclamation mark.

4:24:06 Raymond Hamilton was sentenced to death in the electric chair for the murder of the prison farm guard. So since Bonnie and Clyde died without a trial, they took Raymond Hamilton, who was facing a three hundred and sixty something year sentence, and decided to put him to death instead. I'm not sure execution by proxy is necessarily the right thing to do, or actually I am sure that it's not the right thing to do. But moving on the Dogrel elegy again. Doggrel is an amateurish poem. The Dogrel Elergy which follows was written by Bonnie Parker.

4:24:38 It had been given to a Dallas newspaper with the understanding that it would not be published before her death. And so there you go. On a grave no pun intended, sober and very serious note. Bonnie and Clyde knew full well that there was only one way that their spree could in. And here is the Elegy of Bonnie and Clyde, written by Bonnie Parker herself. You've read the story of Jesse James of how he lived and died. If you still are in need of something to read, well here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

4:25:09 Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow Gang, and I'm sure you all have read how they rob and steal, and how those who squeal are usually found dying are dead. There are lots of untruth to their write ups. They are not so merciless as that they hate all the law, the stool pigeons, spotters and rats. They class them as cold blooded killers. They say they are heartless and mean. But I say this with pride that I once knew Clyde when he was honest and upright and clean. But the law fooled around, kept tracking him down and locking him up in a cell till he said to me, I will never be free, so I will meet a few of them in hell.

4:25:44 This road was so dimly lighted there were no highway signs to guide, but they made up their minds if the roads were all blind, they wouldn't give up till they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer. Sometimes you hardly can see still its fight, man to man, and do all you can. For they know they can never be free if they try to act like citizens and rent them a nice little flat. About the third night they're invited to fight by a machine gun. Rat tat tat. If a policeman is killed in Dallas and they have no clues for a guide, if they can't find a friend, they just wipe the slate clean and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

4:26:21 Two crimes have been done in America, not accredited to the Barrow Mob, for they had no hand in the kidnapping demand of the Kansas City Depot job. A newsboy once said to his buddy, I wish Old Clyde would get jumped in this awful hard times. We might make a few extra dimes if five or six laws got bumped. The police haven't gotten a report yet. Clyde sent a wireless today saying we have a piece flag of white we stretch out at night. We've joined the NRA. They don't think they're too tough or desperate.

4:26:52 They know the law always wins. They've been shot at before, but they do not ignore that death was the wages of sin, from heartbreak, some people have suffered from weariness, some people have died. But take it all in all our troubles are small till we get like Bonnie and Clyde. Someday they will go down together and they will bury them side by side. To a few, it means grief to the law, it's relief, but it's death to Bonnie and Clyde. You know, I don't know if it's fair to call this poem doggrel in its entirety.

4:27:25 Sure, some of the stanzas could perhaps be a little bit more elegant, But man, they're a few in here that just rocked me. This one in particular. The road was so dimly lighted, there were no highway signs to guide, but they made up their minds if the roads were all blind, that they wouldn't give up till they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer, sometimes you can hardly see. Still, it's fight, man to man, and do all you can for they know they can never be free. I mean, I don't think that's dogrel, man, I think that's just poetry.

4:27:59 And in a last twisting of the knife for the notorious Outlaws, Bonnie Parker's apparent desire to be buried beside Clyde Barrow because the final line of the poem someday they will go down together and they'll bury them side by side. To a few, it means grief to the law, it's relief, but it's death to Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie's desire to be buried beside Clyde Barrow was denied. Their graves in different cemeteries are miles apart. Wow. What a story. Thank you so much for going on that journey with me.

4:28:34 As I've said before, friendships are built when you spend quality time doing something you care about together. I hope this story was quality time for you. I hope it made you care. It certainly was quality time for me. Pooh, and boy, it sure did make me care. Wow. What a killer couple. You know. I'd like to do now, as I do every week, tease you with what the episode coming on Thursday is. But I'm going to be honest you guys. I have been so deep into the story of Bonnie and Clyde that I honestly have no idea what story I'm going to tell you on Thursday, September fifteenth.

4:29:10 But hey, most of us love surprises, right, So if it's a surprise for me now, it'll be a surprise for you on Thursday the fifteenth. And all I can say is hopefully I've given you reason enough to trust me that it's going to be a story you enjoy and worth tuning in for. Thank you so much for spending the time with me, for going on this epic American journey of love and death and crime and violence and hatred and mystery and compulsion and familial duty and all of the things, like wow, absolutely epic, as epic as anything you could make up, and it's all true.

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