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Feet First (Short Story)

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Here is another one of my short stories that will be in my book called Shirley’s Short’s and Flashes.  Getting this new house done with the remodling is taking a big chunk of my time, so I hope you don’t mind my short stories.  Have a great evening.  Until next time.    Shirley

Feet First

Mrs. Tipton didn’t lock her door, but it wasn’t a problem. No one in the area locked their doors in 1985.  Scipio, Oklahoma wasn’t on a main road; the community sat fifteen miles north of highway 270 on a black top road. You had to be heading there know about the place.

The one-room store was the front room of an old house.  The other five rooms are where Mrs. Tipton lives.  The house had two bedrooms, kitchen, living room, and bathroom.  The old outhouse still stood out by the barn.  It was still used occasionally, if the electricity went out, since it shut off the pump for the water supply.  There was a beautiful red crepe myrtle bush in full bloom at this time of year.  Mrs. Tipton had planted the bush when she and her husband moved into their store/home, in 1930.

Built in 1929 the one-room store and home was clapboard with wood floors, and one room.  The outside front had two rock pillars holding up the covering for the two gas pumps.  The pumps were old enough you still went inside to pay for your gas.

Mrs. Tipton was not much on decorating, but she did believe in living clean and being comfortable.  Handmade quilts were on the chairs and couch.  The quilts had similar colors, but they didn’t match. They suited her taste and lifestyle well.

The quilting frame hung on the living room ceiling until last year.  Over the years, Mrs. Tipton  brought the frame down three times a week, to work on  her projects.  She made many a bed covering over the years, using that frame.  Sometimes her daughter would visit and help her quilt, but most of the time it would be just her.

She used to make butter, and sell it in the store, but she had to get rid of her Jersey cow, because she couldn’t milk her. Selling the cow and removing her quilting frame was emotionally difficult for Mrs. Tipton, but her arthritis was so bad; she couldn’t do the handwork she once did.

Tom, who was Mrs. Tipton’s husband of fifty-two years, died two months ago from a heart attack.  Mrs. Tipton’s world crashed around her after her husband died.  Being a strong countrywoman, with an even stronger faith, she buried her husband, and went back to running the store. Her son and daughter tried to convince her to close the store and move in with one of them.  She refused, and nothing said or done could change her mind.

She’s lived in the clapboard house, and ran the store for over fifty years. She told her children she wouldn’t leave her house until they carried her out feet first. Besides, everyone in town knew her.  If she needed anything, someone would help her.  The place wasn’t even locked up at night, because she felt so secure no one would bother her. In the fifty years of running the store, not a thing had left the store without permission.  She was proud of her little community, and the people who lived there.

When she and her husband first opened the store, they had a booming business. It took to long to get to McAlester by horseback or wagon, so almost all the store purchases made by the people of Scipio was at Tipton’s Grocery.  Over the years, business decreased due to better transportation.  It didn’t make the Tipton’s any difference. Scipio was their home, and they weren’t going anywhere. They just made the best of their situation.

Four months went by, with life as usual.  Mrs. Tipton got up at 6:00 AM every day and turned on the front lights, so everyone knew the store was open.  Every once in a while, someone would come in, and buy a coke and peanuts for the drive into work, or buy gas to get to work. Now bread and milk are sold most of the time. Kids bought lots of candy, and she always gave the “bad for your teeth” lecture, every time they bought it.  The kids thought she was a funny old woman, but everyone loved her.  On a late fall night, two boys drove past the store.  The lights were off, so the boys knew the store was closed for the night. These boys weren’t from Scipio. They’d been driving around, and accidentally found the community. They turned around and drove back by the store a couple of times, trying to decide if they were going to stop, and what they were going to do.  The two boys were high on cocaine, and they didn’t care about anything, except getting money to buy more dope.

They pulled up to the side of the grocery store slowly, with their lights off.  They didn’t want the gravel parking area to alert anyone they were around the house.  The lights being off gave the boys an easy opportunity to walk around and not be seen.  The road didn’t have any traffic on it, so interruptions by traffic wasn’t a problem.  Brain could jimmy a lock, so he went to the front door.  He removed the bell from the screen door, so it wouldn’t make any noise. He tried the doorknob, and to his surprise, the door opened.  He motioned to his friend to follow him, “come on Sam hurry up, and be quiet.  We need to find the cash register.”

“Brian, I don’t think this is a real good idea.  What if we get caught?”

“Shut up, we’re not going to get caught.  Besides I have my insurance with me”

They looked around in the dark for the cash register.  When they found it, and got the drawer opened, it made a loud digging noise. They hurriedly started stuffing the small amount they found into their pockets.  They had to get out of the store, before they were caught.

A light came on, and Mrs. Tipton stepped out into the hall, and called out, “Who’s there?”

Brain pulled a gun from his pocket and shot her.  He had no intention of going to jail. Mrs. Tipton immediately fell to the floor, with her life’s blood running out around her.

The boys, ran from the store, and drove away in their car.  No one knew about the robbery, or the shooting.  At 6:00 AM, the store lights didn’t come on. People drove by, curious about why the lights weren’t on. It was unusual, because they were on every morning, for as long as anyone in the community could remember.

One of the community women entered the store to get milk at 10:00 AM, and noticed the cash register open. She walked around the counter, and spotted Mrs. Tipton on the floor in a pool of blood.  She called 911 from her cell phone.

Tipton’s Grocery closed, and Mrs. Tipton left her home, feet first, just as she wished.

A Ganster’s Gold ( A short story) Part 2

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By this time, the police know the bank robbery happened, and they would be everywhere.  They had to make their moves fast.  After all the good-byes and good lucks, each man got in his car.  They drove off, to their separate destinies’.  Charles
already knew he had to ditch his car fast and steal him a horse.  He headed north a short distance to Lake Calvin, which supplied the towns water supply.  He fished and swam in the lake as a boy growing up.  He and his school buddies had spent a lot of time at the lake making memories that would last a lifetime.  He was back here again for the last time.  This time it is to dispose of his car.  He rolled down the windows on the car and fixed the accelerator to the floor.  The motor was running at high speed and he got out of the car and shut the door.

He planned to lean in through the window and release the brake.  He knew he would have to move quick, or the car would knock him down as it started to move.  He drove the car to a long boat ramp.  The ramp would let the car build up speed before hitting the water.  It would sink out of site, because the water is deep at this spot.  When the lake level dropped in the summer, the car could be revealed.  It was a narrow escape, but it happened just as he envisioned it.  He now grabbed up his bag of money and disappeared through the trees.

Charles knew exactly where he was going.  He headed for the Simpson ranch just east of Calvin.  He should be able to steal him a horse and saddle there without any difficulty.  Being 3:00 AM he got to the barn.  Luckily, the Simpson’s dog stayed in the
house and no barking took place as he entered the barn.  There were four horses in stalls, so all he had to do was pick one.  He quickly saddled the Bay mare and headed east for the Dobyns Ranch.

Since people still traveled by horseback often, Charlie would not think anything about him showing up on a horse instead of driving a car.  He hadn’t seen his friend in a couple of years since he had been doing some jail time in Ohio.  Charlie and his wife Alma knew him as Floyd Authur.  They had known each other since childhood and since both where named Charles he went by
Floyd.  In fact, everyone in this part of the country knew him as Floyd.

He arrived at the Dobyns Ranch about 10:00 AM the following day. With all the excitement about his visit, everyone was talking at once.  Charlie and Alma had five grown children, four boys and a daughter, and had families of their own.  Floyd thought it was nice to have your kids so close, all living on the family land and raising their families.  Floyd put his horse in barn,
and Homer told him to go on in the house to visit with dad.  Homer also made sure his horse received good care.  Floyd grabbed his sack, slung it over his shoulder and headed to the house.

Floyd loved this ranch and the scenery from the house.  When you looked west of the house, you could see the rock smoke house, the big barn and open land with cattle in the fields.  It was a wonderful site and he wanted a place like this, but it could never to be now.

Alma had him a hot cup of coffee waiting and some biscuits and gravy.  He had not eaten since yesterday morning and he was starving.  He and Charlie talked of boyhood times, as he ate his breakfast at the kitchen table, and enjoyed every bite of it.  No one could make biscuits and gravy like Alma.  This house had not changed since he was a boy.  They still didn’t have electricity, and the old icebox was replaced by a propane refrigerator.  Alma continued to cook her meals on the wood stove  Charlie had bought her after they married.

They had a granddaughter, Margaret, staying with them, and she hung on to every word said.  She looked a lot like her mother, Lottie.  Margaret always seemed to be the favorite grandchild of Charlie and Alma, even though they had eleven more.  It might have been because Margaret belonged to their only daughter.  Margaret kept wanting to talk, and finally  her grandmother made her go out to the back porch and pump a couple of buckets of water so they could clean up and start lunch.

Floyd and Charlie went into the living room by the fireplace and sat in the comfortable overstuffed chairs.  Charlie lit his pipe, looked at Floyd, and asked, “Ok tell me what is going on”.  Floyd told him he was going to be heading to Tulsa in a couple of days to start a new job working for an oil company, and he needed a place to stay for a couple of days.  Charlie told him at once he was welcome for as long as he wanted to stay.  Floyd thanked him and told him it would only be a couple of days.  Charlie
said Margaret was sleeping in the other bedroom and he could make him a pallet on the back porch.  Alma would make sure
he had enough quilts to keep him warm.

Charlie had to go outside to take care of some calves that were in the lot. Floyd stayed in the house and rested.  Just as soon as Charlie was out the door, Margaret was in the other chair talking.  She was telling him about a cave she and her brother Charles had found. It’s said it is full of Indian paintings.  No one will go there because it is a rattlesnake den.  Something clicked in Floyd’s brain.  He asked Margaret where the cave was and she said it was south of the house, up above Wild Horse Creek in the
cliffs.  When she had finished talking he had a plan.  He would hide his money in the cave since no one went there.

After a good night’s sleep and using his bag as a pillow he got up, dressed warm with extra padding, and slipped out the back door with his bag over his shoulder.  He took off walking at a fast pace.  It did not take him long to reach the wooded area to the south.  He walked off into the woods, heading in the right direction, he hoped.  He walked for about a mile going downhill,
through trees, over rocks and he finally comes to a pool of water.  He thought, this is the place Margaret described.  In front of him was a bare Rock Hill with a cliff.  He could see a path going up the hill.  He started walking, and climbing, slowly
making his way.  He finally made it to the top and there was the opening to the cave.  You could not see it from below because the opening set back with shrubs blocking the opening.  He slowly approached the mouth of the cave being very cautious because of the snakes.  He took another step and he started hearing the rattles.  It was
frightening, and he could not bring himself to go inside the cave.  He used his carbide light and looked around the opening inside the cave.  Sure enough, you could see white horses running and people with spears painted on the wall.  The other thing seen was a ledge about shoulder high that ran along the wall of the cave.  By instinct, he knew the snakes would be on the ledge further inside the cave away from the opening.  He had to think of another plan for his money because he was not about to enter that cave.  He backed away and started looking around.

He walked back up the hill and out of the trees and headed back up the road to Charlie’s place.  He didn’t have the bag over his shoulder, but no one knew if even took it with him. His thoughts carried him back to his boyhood when he was getting ready
to leave Oklahoma.  He knew he had to leave once again, and probably would not be back for a while since his money was
safe.  He had put about $1500.00 in his pocket before he left the sack in its hiding place.  That would give him money to buy a used car and travel expenses.

When he arrived back to the house, Margaret wanted to know where he had been. He told he her he just went to visit another friend.  She asked him if he went to Devil’s Kitchen, and of course he told her no.  He spent one more night on the Dobyn’s back porch and early the next morning he saddled his horse and left without even saying goodbye. He just couldn’t do any explaining to his friend and his family.  He was just going to disappear for a while and pop back into their lives in a couple of years or so after things had cooled down.

Three days went by and Charlie headed to McAlester to buy supplies for the ranch.  His youngest son Melvin went with him because Charlie was going to buy him a pair of new work boots.  They made it into town and all the talk was about the bank robbery, which had taken place the week before at the Oklahoma National Bank.  No one was sure how much money was taken, but it was a lot.

The front page of the McAlester Democrat had a half page of pictures of the bank robbers.  There was a $5000.00 dollar reward for any information leading to the arrest and capture of the three bank robbers.  There was John Connely, from McAlester, Ted
Simms from Bartlesville and Charles Arthur also being called Pretty Boy Floyd, from Stuart Oklahoma.  Charlie was thinking it could not be his friend.  He wouldn’t do something like that.  Charlie got his business taken care of and headed back to his home on the mountain.  He was not going to tell a sole about seeing Floyd and he made Melvin swear not a word would be said. He
was not going to involve his family in any way.  He was beginning to get angry because Floyd had used his friendship with
Charlie and placed him and his family in jeopardy.

Margaret was sitting very quietly at the kitchen table while her grandparents talked about Floyds visit.  Charlie never letting on that he knew anything about a bank robbery at all.  There was a lull in the conversation and Margaret finally spoke up.  She said she had seen Floyd leave that morning.  Charlie asked how she  managed that.  She said she had woke early, and went out to the outhouse and while she was there Floyd walked to the barn.  She followed him and watched him saddle his horse and ride away.  He didn’t even carry his bag with him that he brought.  This got Charlie’s attention, because he knew Floyd had a bag with him.  Adding things up in his mind, he thought Floyd must have stashed his money on the mountain somewhere.

Charlie and his sons spent what extra time they had for many years looking for “Pretty Boy Floyds “money.  Up until this day, it has never been found.  Margaret always thought it was in Devil’s Kitchen, since she was the one who told Floyd about the place.

Post note:  As documented in Wikipedia

On October 22, 1934, Floyd was killed in a cornfield near East Liverpool, Ohio, while being pursued by local law officers
and FBI agents led by Melvin Purvis. Varying accounts exist as to who shot him and the manner in which he was killed.

Having narrowly escaped ambush by FBI agents and other law enforcement agencies several times after the Kansas City Massacre, , Floyd had a stroke of bad luck. On October 18, 1934, he and Richetti left Buffalo, New York, and slid their vehicle into a telephone pole during a heavy fog. No one was injured, but the car was disabled. Fearing they would be recognized, Floyd and Richetti sent two female companions to retrieve a tow truck; the women would then accompany the tow truck driver into a town and have the vehicle repaired while the two men waited by the roadside.

After dawn on October 19, motorist Joe Fryman and his son-in-law passed by, observing two men dressed in suits lying by the roadside. Feeling it was suspicious, he informed Wellsville, Ohio Police Chief John H. Fultz. Three officers, including Fultz,
investigated. When Richetti saw the lawmen, he fled into the woods, pursued by two officers, while Fultz went toward Floyd. Floyd immediately drew his gun and fired, and he and Fultz engaged one another in a gunfight, during which Fultz was wounded in the foot. After wounding Fultz, Floyd fled into the forest. The other two officers enlisted the help of local retired police officer Chester K. Smith, a former sniper during World War I, and subsequently captured Richetti.  Floyd remained on the run, living on fruit, traveling on foot, and quickly becoming exhausted.

At least three accounts exist of the following events: one given by the FBI, one by other people in the area, and one by local law enforcement. The accounts agree that, after obtaining some food at a local pool hall owned by Charles Joy, a friend of Floyd’s, Floyd hitched a ride in an East Liverpool neighborhood on October 22, 1934. He was spotted by the team of lawmen, at which point he broke from the vehicle and fled toward the treeline. Local retired officer Chester Smith fired first, hitting Floyd in the right arm, knocking him to the ground. At this point, the three accounts diverge; the FBI agents later attempted to claim
all the credit, denying local law enforcement were even present at the actual shooting. According to the local police account, Floyd regained his footing and continued to run, at which point the entire team opened fire, knocking him to the ground. Floyd died shortly thereafter from his wounds.

According to the FBI, four FBI agents, led by Purvis, and four members of the East Liverpool Police Department, led by Chief Hugh McDermott, were searching the area south of Clarkson, Ohio, in two separate cars. They spotted a car move from behind a
corn crib, and then move back. Floyd then emerged from the car and drew a .45 caliber pistol, and the FBI agents opened fire. Floyd reportedly said: “I’m done for. You’ve hit me twice.”

However, Chester Smith, the retired East Liverpool Police Captain and sharpshooter, described events differently. Smith, who was credited with shooting Floyd first, stated in a 1979 interview that he had deliberately wounded, but not killed, Floyd. He
then added: “I knew Purvis couldn’t hit him, so I dropped him with two shots from my .32 Winchester rifle.  According
to Smith’s account, after being wounded, Floyd fell and did not regain his footing. Smith then disarmed Floyd. At that point, Purvis ran up and ordered: “Back away from that man. I want to talk to him.” Purvis questioned Floyd briefly and then ordered agent Herman Hollis to “Fire into him.” Hollis then shot Floyd at point-blank range, fatally wounding him.  The interviewer asked if there was a cover-up by the FBI, and Smith responded: “Sure was, because they didn’t want it to get out that he’d been killed that way.” This account is extremely controversial. If true, Purvis effectively executed Floyd without benefit of judge or jury.

FBI agent Winfred E. Hopton disputed Chester Smith’s claim in a letter to the editors of Time Magazine, that appeared in the November 19, 1979, issue, in response to the Time article “Blasting a G-Man Myth.” In his letter he stated that he was
one of four FBI agents present when Floyd was killed, on a farm several miles from East Liverpool, Ohio. According to Hopton, members of the East Liverpool police department arrived only after Floyd was already mortally wounded. He also claimed that when the four agents confronted Floyd, Floyd turned to fire on them, and two of the four killed Floyd almost instantly. Additionally, while Smith’s account said that Herman Hollis shot the wounded Floyd on Purvis’s
order, Hopton claimed that Hollis was not present. Hopton also stated Floyd’s body was transported back to East Liverpool in Hopton’s personal car.

Floyd’s body was embalmed and briefly viewed at the Sturgis Funeral Home, in East Liverpool, Ohio before being sent on to Oklahoma. Floyd’s body was placed on public display in Sallisaw, Oklahoma. His funeral was attended by between 20,000 and
40,000 people and remains the largest funeral in Oklahoma history. He was buried in Adkins, Oklahoma.

The Gangsters Gold (A short story, 2 parts)

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I wrote this story a few months ago, so I thought I would post it for your reading pleasure.  It is based on a fact and family legend.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Please let me know if you have any suggestions or find problems.  I am dividing it because it is about 5,000 words in length.

The Ganster’s Gold

On a cold late fall evening, on January 10 1934, a black Ford pulled into the alley behind the Bank of Oklahoma in McAlester.  The car sat idling while three men thought about what brought them to this point in time.  John Connely, the hometown fellow, Ted Simms from Bartlesville and Charles Aurthur, from Wellsville Ohio were banded together for this job.

Charles was a McAlester native also, and had many friends in the McAlester area.  He had given a lot of thought about sharing
this information with his two new friends, but decided against it.  The less they knew about Charles Aurthur, the better off he would be, but almost as important, they would be better off also.

They had been staying close to the bank the last three weeks, watching how the system worked and how closely the guards paid attention to what was going on around the bank.  The guard spent most of his time flirting with the skirts, which came through the door, so he was no threat to their plan.  It didn’t take Arthur long to see the type of system used for vault security.  He was feeling more and more confident, because he knew this lock system well.  It is the same system on the bank in Wichita Kansas.  The job at that bank was only four months ago so everything was still fresh in his mind.

During the three weeks, the three “so called” friends were staying at the Hyway Lodge, just on the south side of town.  John and Ted shared a room, but Charles had one to himself.  He was quite the loner and only associated with people when he had to.  He often thought how strange it was because he made friends very easily, and got along with everyone he met.  He was an  extraverted, introvert.  He was also a conglomerate of how his world made him, and he really didn’t mind playing either role when it was required.  Just the same, he preferred to be alone in his world.  It seemed to give him more peace.  In his line of work, peace was a commodity in short supply.

In the evenings, they would sit in Charles’s room and make their plans.  The group had decided to have four cars involved in their get-away.  They each had a car in town, but needed another if the escape plan was to work.  Early in the day of January tenth, each of the men drove their car to Calvin, which is about 30 miles west of McAlester on Highway 270.  John, the hometown boy, had an uncle living just south of Calvin, He made arrangements for the three cars to be left at the uncle’s house overnight.  John told his Uncle Clarence, he had a job, because of the travel distance. The three men decided to meet in one place, so each could head home when their work was over. John did not know how long the job would last so the three parked their cars away from the house so if they arrived back in the middle of the night, the family wouldn’t be disturbed.  Uncle
Clarence did not think anything odd about this arrangement, since the economy of the times often required men to travel a distance from where they lived, in order to get work.

The three men walked back up the road, after saying their goodbyes to the uncle and his family.  Each man was lost in his own thoughts, and not talking to one another for the entire walk to the cars.  They knew their life would to be changing.  John and Ted thought how their world was going to be wonderful after the getaway and a cooling down time.  They would have the money to leave Oklahoma, and start a new life.  Charles knew what kind of life they were going to have, because he had been living it for the past year.  His mind constantly having to stay alert, paying attention to details going on around him.  If he had noticed anything out of the ordinary or just having a bad feeling, he wouldn’t waste time, and leave the area as quickly as possible.  The life of a wanted man was no picnic by any stretch of the imagination.  This little piece of knowledge was not going to be shared with his two comrades.  Let them enjoy their thoughts while they could.  This one job, would change their world, just as his world changed.

The decision to wait for the Greyhound bus on Highway 270, to take them back to McAlester was an easy one.  They looked like any other person waiting for the bus to town.  The bus ride was uneventful, and they arrived just as planned at the bus depot on Main and Cherokee.  It was just getting dusk when they arrived and had to use up some time until midnight.  They decided they would just walk back to their motel and get some rest.  They had a long night ahead of them.  The decision was made, on their walk back to the motel, to checkout at different times to help cut down on suspension.  This really didn’t make much sense to Charles but he went along with it because there really wasn’t anything else to do.

They checked out an hour apart heading different directions but would meet up at the Hilltop Bar and Grill.  The Hilltop was a hole in the wall bar, which was run by the town’s so called gangster, Angelo Perez.  Mr. Perez was the type of fellow who liked to
flash his money, gamble on the horses and carry a big stick to knock heads with, if he thought it was necessary.  It was the perfect spot to kill time, and have a couple of Crown Royal’s with Coke, and not be bothered.  That is, if you keep a low profile and don’t get involved in anyone else’s business.

About ten until midnight, Mr. Perez said he was leaving because he had an errand to run uptown.  Charles asked if Mr. Perez would give him a ride to the bus station.  Perez must have been feeling charitable because he agreed.  He and Charles went outside to the garage where a large black shiny Cadillac was parked.  Charles was told to wait there while Perez pulled the car out of the garage.  He motioned for Charles to get in the front seat beside him.  Charles opened the door and set down in the leather seat.  He was thinking this was odd because Perez didn’t let anyone ride in the front seat with him.  The drive to the bus station didn’t take long.  Charles looked at Perez and said “thank you for the lift”.  He opened the door and started to step out and Perez smiled and said, “anytime Pretty Boy”.  The car door was closed and Perez drove off, leaving behind his Oklahoma dust.  Little did Charles Aurthur know but he was given part of his nick name.

McAlester was very quiet on this Tuesday night.  Charles made his way back up main street headed for Grand Boulevard.
He knew the Geovonne Car Lot was sitting right on the corner which made it easily assessable.  The group had
decided Charles would get them a nice car using a little bit of ingenuity.  He found a 1933 Plymouth with a good heater
and radio. It did not take long to get it hot-wired, and he headed back to the Hilltop to pick up the other two guys.

John and Ted were sitting in the a booth placed so they both could watch the front door while they sipped on their drinks. Even keeping a low profile, they had enjoyed themselves that evening. Each one told about their life, and some of the funny stories which happened to them or someone else they knew.    The front door opened and there stood Charles , so they knew their relaxing evening was over.  They both got up and headed out the door.  Charles pointed to get into the red Plymouth parked at the door.  Connely, got behind the wheel since he was the driver.  Each one was hoping no one was looking outside so they could not describe what car the three men drove off in.

The time had arrived and all was running according to plan.  Simms was in charge of getting into the bank, since he had experience doing that sort of thing. Connely, the snot nosed kid and look out, was going to keep the car running to aid in the escape plan. Aurthur, was the vault man who would get in and get out as quickly as possible.  They had everything timed out to the second.

They pulled up behind the bank and Connely jumped out first with his bag of tools. He had used his week to scout out the alarm system, and how to shut it off at the outside of the building.  Since his brother was an electrician he had helped John learn the job of electrical work.  It didn’t take him long to disconnect the system and head for the door.  In under 3 minutes he had disconnected the alarm and had the door opened for Charles and himself to get inside.  With bags in hand, they headed for the bank vault.  John swiftly disconnected the door alarm and Charles worked the dial with his stethoscope.  In another minute the safe door was open and not an alarm sounded.

The safe was loaded with money, but they decided to only go for the $50.00 and under bills since they would be the easiest to get rid of.  They loaded three sacks and headed out the door.  Charles was sure a security office would be making night rounds and discover the back door open.  He would be making his rounds in about 15 minutes and that would be their head start.

Once outside Charles got in the front seat and Ted in the back.  They headed west on Grand Avenue driving at normal speed.
They didn’t want to draw attention to themselves by speeding.  They felt a little more secure once they had made it out to Wet Prairie without hearing sirens coming up behind them.  They knew it would only be a matter of minutes before the robbery would be discovered.  John put his foot to the accelerator of the red Plymouth and headed for Calvin. John would slow his speed as he went though the little towns of Arpelar, Cabiness, and Stuart.  He just kept thinking no speeding because of the town constables.  Past Stuart he had fifteen miles to go to Calvin.  He drove like a madman up the hills and around the curves.  He made it almost to his uncles and Charles told him to pull into a thicket of trees and kill the engine.  They each gapped a sack,
containing their loot, and headed on foot to his uncle’s house.  They did not want to leave the car there because that would have his uncle involved in the bank robbery and because of his family, that could just not happen.  They had about a mile to walk before they got to their cars.

The walk to the cars was done in complete silence.  Each man was thinking of his escape route and what would need to be done.  Each man was going to go his own way with approximately $50000.00 dollars more or less.  Since they didn’t stop to count their money, each got what was in the bag they were carrying.  Charles decided he was going to ditch his car as soon as possible and head into the Kiamichi mountains on horseback.  He had a friend that had a cattle ranch up in the hills who would give him a place to stay for a couple of days.  This would give him some time to decide what he was going to do.  Besides no one would think he would stay in the area.  Ted was going to head north and try to make it to Canada and John decided he was going to head south for Mexico.