24-year-old Clyde Barrow barreled down a little-known road in their Gibsland,

Louisiana. A sleepy town of less than 1,000 that was a minor railroad hub and

former home of Coleman College, one of the first institutions in Louisiana for

black students, a college that would shut his doors in 1944. Now the town is

mostly known for holding annual Bonnie and Clyde festival. Clyde was in a

1934 Ford V8 Model 730 to Luxodan. He'd stolen the month before from Jesse Warren

to picket cans of driveway and he had the gas pedal pushed all the way to the

floor. The car's shaking at his top speed of 85 miles an hour. Sitting at his side

is his lover, accomplice, and last remaining member of his gang, 23-year-old

Bonnie Parker. It was May 23rd, 1934, and Bonnie and Clyde were on the run all the

time in May of 1934. There had been extra heat on the pair since two young

highway patrolmen, HD Murphy, and Edward Bryant Wheeler were shot and killed by

Clyde, and another member of his gang at the intersection of Route 114 and

Dove Road near grapevine Texas on Easter Sunday. Unbeknownst to Bonnie and Clyde,

six officers led by Texas Ranger and all around dude not to be fucking

trifled with Frank Hamer, a man who'd been tracking the pair relentlessly for weeks

were hiding behind some bushes on the side of the road, ready to ambush the

pair. And when they heard that Ford's big V8, revving towards him, the lawmen

didn't ask the two to pull over. They opened fire. They filled that Ford full of

167 rounds of ammunition pouring out of their Remington Model 8 and

Browning automatic rifles. They had zero interest in bringing them in alive,

and they were far from alive when the shooting stopped. The coroner's report

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