Cry Baby Bridge

The next topic of discussion was not a very pleasant one. Over the last year and a half, there had been a string of unsolved murders in Spencer County, with 6 in Welcome alone. The total number was 9, with the most recent just three weeks ago. I asked,

"Pete, did you hear about the last killing?"

Pete replied, "Yeah, man, what's going on?"

I asked, "Did you hear that they suspect a link between the murders and devil worship?"

Pete said, "Aw, they always say that."

Third said, "I read both the male and females had been raped, post mortem."

Pete mentioned, "I read where the same types of murders had been committed in four other counties, and get this, they are all connected to Spencer County. One murder on the north side, one on the south side, one on the east side and one on the west with Spencer dead in the middle, pardon the pun."

Third said, "If this is cult activity, it appears to be larger than your average cow sacrificing group of crazies. The paper ran an article today saying that the murders in Welcome appear to be the work of one man."

Pete said, "That dude is one sick joker. It's bad enough to kill somebody, but then to do that kind of stuff to them after they're dead, that guy needs one of these in his brain." Pete held up a bullet.

Third said, "That would be too good for such a man."

I asked Third, "What would you do if you were in charge of his punishment?"

Third replied, "First I'd make it a public punishment, for all the other want to be craziods to see. Second, I'd have one of the victims relatives take a bat to him in the same way that he molested their parents or loved ones, then I'd take a razor to him. I'd cut him about a thousand times, but not so deep as to kill him, just deep enough to cause pain.

Cussing at him, spitting on him and then he said,

"Jew boy, you going to give me eternal power!" With that he began to beat Third with the butt of my pistol. The first blow was across the bridge of Third's nose. Blood flew everywhere as Third screamed in pain. With each additional blow Third cried louder and pleaded with this man to stop. The game warden continued to beat him relentlessly. Third begged him to stop, but the game warden just laughed and called him every anti-semetic slur that he could think of. Third fell over towards me and screamed,

"Will, help me Will, help me!"

"Get behind me, Third." He tried to drag himself behind me, crying in fear and pain.

"Where you going, Jew boy!" The game warden grabbed Third by the foot and dragged him back away from me.

"That's enough, you bastard," I screamed. The game warden turned to me. "Oh, you want some of this too, Jew lover?"

"Stop now and I might not kill you, man!" The game warden laughed at me. "You might not kill me? You might not kill me? Just how was you planning

on killing me, by talking me to death?" He then backhanded me, knocking me into Pete. He then went back over to Third and started kicking him until he was barely conscious.

As Third lay on the creek bank, now about 10 feet away, this mad man began to draw a circle around him in the sand and then he drew five triangles on the edges of the circle. All the while chanting, "Kill a Jew, join the few, kill a Jew, join the few, kill a Jew, join the few." I was trying to figure out how to get to my back up 357 strapped to my ankle. I didn't want to kill this man at first, but when he started beating Third, in my eyes he was going to die, one way or the other. As he finished drawing the last triangle, I was able to slide my hands under my butt. I was only 3 seconds from reaching my gun.