The Lawman's Last Stand. Vickie Taylor

      She closed her eyes, and as always, the vivid images played out in her mind. Two men in the stable, talking in hushed tones. The squeal of car tires. Three firecracker pops. Blood and other matter sprayed on the wall across from where she stood, out of sight behind the wash rack.

      The victims hadn’t even had time to cry out. They’d died quickly, their screams stillborn in their throats.

      “Murder,” she whispered. “I saw a murder.”