I got the call around six in the evening.

Sheriff Earl Heflin, Converse County, Wyoming.

Natrona County Deputy name of Romer said he had eyes on the stark weather vehicle west of Douglas on the highway.

Black Packard, Nebraska plates, stolen

off a man named Ward in Lincoln three days prior. Ward was dead. So was his wife. So was

their maid. So were eight other people between Lincoln and the Wyoming line strung out across 400 miles of frozen flatland like some boy's idea of a legend.

19 years old, garbage truck driver, 5 foot 5 in his boots.

I linked up with Romer and Douglas Police Chief Bob Ainsley,

and we came up on him fast. The Packard was already

moving when we hit the highway, and then it was really moving. A hundred miles an hour, through

the middle of Douglas, through town, past the houses and the storefronts, and whatever poor

soul happened to be standing near a window that evening.

We had our sirens going.

He had that Packard wound to the top of its register, and he was not interested in stopping.

I was riding shotgun, so I made a decision to use it.

Except it was a 22 rifle, not a shotgun.

I leaned out the window, leveled my rifle, and I put around through his rear windshield.

You could hear it even over the engine noise.

That flat crack, and then the glass just dissolved.

The Packard wobbled.

For a second I thought he'd go into the ditch and that would be the end of it.

End of him.

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