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Deputy Sheriff William Romer cruised the rolling hills of Highway 87 on his way from Douglas

Wyoming to Casper, Wyoming.

Gray skies blanketed the plains from horizon to horizon.

It looked like it could start snowing at any moment, and the temperature was near freezing.

It was a slow day in Eastern Wyoming, crime wise, slow enough that the deputy had taken

a long lunch in Douglas and run some errands.

Back in Casper, where he was headquartered, the only action was a scuffle at a diner and

a few over-served oilmen in the drunk tank.

But as Romer drove west, he listened to his shortwave radio and his car's AM FM radio.

They both reminded him that his neighbors to the east in Nebraska were not having a slow

day at all.

In fact, for the last few days, Lincoln, Nebraska had been madness.

The authorities over there were dealing with terrified citizens who were on the verge

of mass hysteria.

It began when three bodies were discovered in the backyard of a house in a working-class

neighborhood.

It was a grisly scene.

A few officers, grown men who had seen the atrocities of World War II firsthand, were sick

on the spot.

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