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By Wednesday, January 29th, 1958, the event that would be called a murder spree was a little more than a week old.

Nineteen-year-old Charles Starkweather and his fourteen-year-old girlfriend Carol Ann Fugate were in Eastern Wyoming.

Behind them in Eastern Nebraska, there was chaos.

One or both of the couple had killed three members of Carol's family. Then they killed a farmer and two high school kids.

Then they killed a wealthy middle-aged couple and they're made.

Nine people were dead in or around Lincoln, Nebraska and the spree wasn't done.

Charles and Carol had fled Lincoln right before the police department, the Sheriff's Department and the National Guard had locked it down.

The unprecedented killing spree was national news and the governor of Nebraska was using every resource to catch the two teenagers who were out of control and unpredictable.

No one knew the couple's plan. No one knew if they had a plan. No one knew a motive for any of the murders.

It was all so random and the murders had been so brutal that everyone around Lincoln was terrified.

Citizens cleaned out the stores of all guns and ammunition. They locked their doors and fortified themselves while National Guardsmen drove through the streets and trucks with machine guns mounted on the back.

But all those resources had been thrown into action too late.

By the time the lockdown happened, Charles and Carol were 500 miles to the west in Douglas, Wyoming.

They were listening to reports of the situation on the radio of the car they had stolen from the wealthy couple they had murdered.

Charles knew that Laman all over the region were looking for the 1956 Black Packard Petrition car that he was driving, which meant they needed a new car fast.

Charles and Carol were on Highway 87, 10 miles outside of Douglas when they came upon a Buick that had pulled over onto the shoulder of the road.

Charles pulled over and stopped behind the Buick. He told Carol to stay put but be ready with the 410 shotgun that lay across the back seat.

Charles chambered around in his 22 caliber rifle and left it on the front seat. He opened the door and walked toward the Buick.

His cheap cowboy boots crunched the gravel beneath his feet. He claimed later that his intent was just to switch cars with the owner of the Buick.

But he didn't count on two things. The arrival of a good Samaritan and the close proximity of a deputy sheriff.

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