Shootout at High Noon on Main Street

I apologize for not having posted anything for a while. Work has been a little nuts. This is a brief departure from my usual topics. If you will indulge me, this is a story about my great-grandfather Edgar Blankenship, and the time he shot & killed a bank robber.

Edgar Blankenship, shown here with his Winchester carbine and his trusty hound. I really wish I knew the dog's name. Good doggie.

I know this is a departure from my usual topic of nice pens, stationery, and angry rants about lousy restaurants, but I thought this might be a story worth sharing. This is a story about my great grandfather Edgar Blankenship. I got my middle name Edgar from him...the man who ended the career of a would-be bank robber in the small town of Protem, Missouri located along the Missouri/Arkansas state line.

The town is still there, and it's still very small. On June 3rd, 1932 he shot dead a notorious thief and bully with his trusty Winchester; very likely the same one pictured above. Much of this work is derived from my father's genealogical research regarding the history of the Blankenship family of my paternal grandmother's side, and reprinted here with his permission and assistance when he was still alive. This work would not be possible without the photos he provided from his genealogy research, or the numerous historical newspaper clippings he unearthed from the old Forsyth, MO county library.

Edgar Blankenship was born, as near as we know, somewhere in Camden County in central Missouri, near the town of Roach (where my dear friend Barbara's own ancestors are from; see my earlier post regarding the Ha Ha Tonka State Park there) because that is where his father and mother were living at the time of their marriage. He was about five years old when the family decided to move a bit further south to Taney County, Missouri, which is now home of the famed "Branson USA". Great Grandpa Edgar had brothers and sisters but they all died very young. He was the only surviving child.

Edgar once said that he could remember making that trip to Taney County in a wagon. The family first settled somewhere near Kissee Mills, Missouri. His mother rode most of the way in the back on a makeshift bed because she was ill. This illness had been with her since she was a child and what exactly it was is not known for sure. Back in those days they called it "scroffet of the back". In September of 1900 she passed away.

In the time following his mother's death, Edgar was known to "slip away to the [equally tiny town of] Lead Hill, Arkansas to attend dances and picnics and fights and other diversions." It was in Lead Hill, in fact, that he met his best gal, Minnie Alice Bell. On July 22, 1914, they were married.

A DEPRESSION-ERA OZARKS TOWN...

In the early days, Protem may have somewhat resembled the Wild West, the Old South and the traditional Ozark Hill Country all in one setting. The buildings bore the "old west" type of big-facade construction. It is located at the forks of Shoal Creek and the old Yellville, Arkansas and Chadwick, Missouri highway. (Also, all very small towns.) Cold water from the town's spring, combined with the offerings of the nearby stores, made it a pleasant place for "freighters" from both states to camp. The people who lived there were descendents of pioneers from the mountains of Tennessee, Kentucky, North Carolina and Old Virginia. They were strong, energetic and individualistic.

A map of the Missouri/Arkansas border in Southwest MO, with Protem highlighted.

A map of the Missouri/Arkansas border in Southwest MO, with Protem highlighted in the center.

In the lower left portion of the map there is the town of Harrison, Arkansas, a sorry cliche if there ever was one. To quote the late Alec Guinness, "you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy"...or petty corruption, wildly incompetent "medical" facilities (beef packing slaughterhouses are safer than the town's "hospital"), and brainless thuggery. Even the KKK hangs it's pointy white hat there. If you ever find yourself traveling through the otherwise lovely American midwest, avoid this God-awful place. But, I digress.

By the turn of the 20th century, Protem was a thriving community. It had three general stores, a Post Office, a doctor's office, two blacksmith's shops, one drug store, several cotton gins, and a two-story schoolhouse. By the 1920's the businessmen had organized a bank, called simply The Bank of Protem, in the days when people used barter more often than "cash money". On one occasion, a traveler stopped at the newly-formed bank and presented a check for $75.00 dollars. The banker had to lock up the bank and borrow money from two of the general stores before he could cash the check.

The bank offered quite a financial convenience of the locals, but it also opened the door to temptation. In 1924, eight years before Edgar's own incident, a man named Bob Ramsey entered The Bank of Protem and robbed it of $125.00 while most of the townsfolk were attending a picnic. Three lawmen, one Sheriff Boles and his two deputies, tracked Ramsey with bloodhounds. Unfortunately, the three lawmen had to split up during the search and Sheriff Boles had to apprehend Ramsey on his own. Ramsey, with the help of two women (my dad didn't have their names, so far as I know), managed to free himself and killed the sheriff with a pistol. Later, Ramsey was trailed to Carthage, Missouri where he was arrested and returned to Taney County for trial and conviction. The women were also tried and convicted.

The Protem, MO schoolhouse c.1931-32. The top story was used as a "normal school" and the ground floor as a grade school for younger kids. Photo courtesy of Mrs. Johnnie Strain of Taney County, Missouri.

A chap named Henry Simmons was appointed to fill out Bole's remaining term of office until 1928, when John "Daunt" Day was elected Sheriff. The papers of the day are filled with stories of Sheriff Simmons and his raids on moonshine stills. Perhaps this is why he wasn't permanently elected to the post...

Protem had many killings, knifings and shootings during the Prohibition years which nearly tore the community apart. In each case, lawmen made every effort to bring the guilty to justice. Most of the time that proved a very difficult thing to do. Everyone in town, according to the old stories, packed a gun for self defense.

AN "UNOFFICIAL BEVERAGE DISTILLER", FARMER, AND LAWMAN

After they were married, Edgar and his new bride decided to "head west". My father had often asked why, and the only reason anyone knows is that Edgar was looking for work. The Great Depression was in full swing and jobs were hard to come by. They walked and hitched rides across Arkansas until they reached the southeast corner of Oklahoma. In a little village called Bethel, on the Choctaw Indian reservation, they stopped and rented a small cabin from the local Indians.

Edgar and Minnie Blankenship, holding baby Olive, my grandmother.

Edgar and Minnie stayed there for a time and made several friends among the Choctaw Indians. No one is sure what it was Grandpa Blankenship did for a living, but what he did on the side is long remembered: the fine art of distilling homemade fermented beverages, the kind that, according to my father, reportedly "sparked more than one psycho-zoological episode" among his Indian pals, whatever the heck that means. By June of 1915 Minnie was great with child: my own grandmother Olive Blankenship. Because of his unofficial business ventures, Edgar was greatly sought after by the Federal Revenue Department agents, or "Reven'ooers".

Eventually someone reported his perfectly peaceful, mutually-beneficial distillation enterprise to those gub'mint agents and that just ruined the whole thing. Grandpa Blankenship had no choice but to briefly leave his wife in the capable hands of their Indian neighbors and take an "extended vacation" into the Boston Mountains of western Arkansas. Later, when Minnie was able to travel after giving birth to her daughter, who had been washed and wrapped in soft deerskins, she rejoined Edgar in Arkansas in her home near Lead Hill.

A makeshift moonshine still... a common Ozarks industry during the Prohibition days.

Thus ended their dreams of "heading west". Edgar worked a while afterwards in the lead and zinc mines based Joplin, Missouri where several other men flocked to in order to find work. This was jokingly referred to as the "Missouri Gold Rush." Edgar worked in the zinc mines until it began to take its toll on his health and he wisely gave it up and went back home. Times always seemed to be hard, but the family lived the best they could. Edgar hunted game and ran trap lines and Minnie learned how to harvest the wild things that grew in the woods and fields. (Ask any Ozarks-area old-timer what "polk salad" is, sometime.) He always managed to put meat on their table of one kind or another.

While compiling his genealogy on the Blankenship family, my father met an old man from Pyatt, Arkansas who actually remembered Edgar. He told my dad one time that Grandpa Blankenship was the "best darned shot with a rifle that he'd ever seen." He said that he "never missed what he shot at and liked to walk everywhere he went." We've been told that no matter how hard things were, Edgar was always willing to help out a friend in need. But, as the old man in Pyatt said, "he wasn't a man you'd want to mess with, neither!"

After leaving the Joplin zinc mines and a subsequent unsuccessful try at raising cotton, Edgar decided he wanted to be a peace officer. It probably seemed like easier work at the time. He and his wife & kids moved to Protem in Taney County, Missouri just a few miles north of the Arkansas border. Edgar got on as a deputy or local constable in Protem who, as has been noted, urgently needed lawmen. The Depression had no end in sight and Prohibition was still the law, as Edgar was painfully aware. Outlaws like the Barkers, Bonnie & Clyde, John Dillinger and others were gaining fame in the Midwest. To quote my father's florid prose, "Back in those days Protem was the kind of town that made Dodge City glad that it was in Kansas!"

"HEY EDGAR, WANT TO GO ROB A BANK?"

At some point in time afterwards Edgar made the unfortunate acquaintance of a young hooligan named Oliver Stephen Hart. Oliver's father died when he was young. Everyone around Protem just called him Ol' Hart. According to records my dad found in The History of Ozark County (dad scoured a lot of libraries), Oliver Hart was born September 9, 1892.

Oliver Hart & Family:

Standing: sisters Florence and Polly Ann; brother Sterling. Seated: sister Florida, Oliver himself, his mother Emily and just barely visible on the far right, his brother Jerome.

Oliver was one of ten children, nine of whom survived to adulthood. Recollections of him "show him to be a very good-looking young man and there were many folks in the area who liked him". But he was impetuous. He was "dashing and daring". He liked to drink and brawl and mix with the "dangerous crowd." He wasn't afraid of anybody or anything. It was inevitable that he and Grandpa Edgar would clash one day, because they say that Edgar Blankenship was the only man that Hart was "just a little bit afraid of."

Now, as a deputy, Edgar interpreted the law in a very lenient manner...that is, according to the fellow from Pyatt, Arkansas, "sometimes he'd lean to one side, and sometimes he'd lean to the other." But there were some things he wouldn't do. This old gent from Pyatt, who made my father promise not to give out his name, used to hang around Edgar and told my him that Ol' Hart had come up with the hair-brained idea to go rob a bank, and wanted Edgar to "throw in with him." Edgar declined and told Hart that if he did indeed carry out such a fool scheme that he'd come after him. Well, Ol' Hart didn't take Edgar seriously. Another fellow, name of Burr Davidson, took him up on the offer instead. Hart also talked some boys known locally as the Quick brothers (possibly related to Oliver's brother Jerome's wife's family, according to my father) into joining them in the robbery. 

In August of 1931 the Bank of Gainesville, in nearby Ozark County, Missouri, was held up at gunpoint. What follows is the original story from the Taney County Republican newspaper that told the story right after it happened.

BANDITS ROB THE BANK AT GAINESVILLE Three men hold up the cashier and flee with almost $4,000 Trail is lost in the hills Thursday, August 27, 1931

On Tuesday afternoon this week, about 1:00 pm, two men entered the bank at Gainesville. Hugh Harlin, cashier of the bank, and his brother Mearle, and the latter's wife, were in the bank at the time. While one of the robbers held the Harlins up with a gun, another of them scooped up all the money in sight. They then locked the Harlins in the vault and fled. It is believed that a third man was waiting outside for the two in a car, to use in making their escape.

The men who entered the bank were dressed in overalls and had on smoked glasses. One is believed to have had on a false moustache. They are believed to have headed west from Gainesville to the Taney County line.

In this direction there are no good roads, but telephone communication is also slow and difficult, so it is hard to warn the people in the country through which the bandits are fleeing.

Sheriff Day got the word about an hour after the robbery was committed and promptly arranged to patrol the roads that they would be most apt to travel on. Deputies were stationed at Brown Branch, Bradleyville, the Rueter-Protem Junction, and at all other points possible to reach.

That same evening some of the people from Gainesville who were pursuing the bandits got to Forsyth [the county seat] and reported that the trail of the robbers seemed to have left the main gravel road and to have gone through gates and private ranches. Large quantities of nails had been scattered on the ground in the vicinity of these gates to delay any cars that followed.

Watch was kept on the roads leading out of the county, and Sheriff Day is of the opinion the robbers did not escape through Taney County unless they passed through the woods. He thinks it is possible that they may have left their car in the woods and gone on by foot.

From the route taken in escaping, it is believed that at least one of the robbers must have been acquainted with Taney County as they would hardly have tried it through such roads if they'd had no previous knowledge of them.

We have just learned form Prosecutor JR Gideon that a filling station attendant reported to him the passing of a car by his place, which aroused his suspicion, after having heard of the holdup. He said the man stopped for gas and oil, and seemed to be in a nervous state and anxious to be on his way.

Although the sheriff of Ozark County conducted a man-hunt with what resources he had available to him, Grandpa Blankenship knew right away who'd done it and turned Hart in. The resulting investigation led to the arrest of Oliver Hart and Burr Davidson, as well as their wives for being the "brains behind the outfit", along with the arrests of several of the Quick brothers.

It also eventually led to the final confrontation of Edgar and Ol' Hart on the main street of Protem.

A HUNG JURY AND A DEATH THREAT

The trial of the robbers took place in Gainesville, Missouri. My father found the original newspaper article from the May 19, 1932 edition of the Taney County Republican that described the trial of Oliver Hart and Burr Davidson. It apparently ended as a hung jury, with 5 jurors voting guilty and 7 not guilty. Nothing else was found to indicate whether the jury was "hung" or that the men had actually been found not guilty, or that new charges were filed against them. This was probably due to the fact that in a couple of weeks later it wouldn't matter anymore.

THE HART-DAVIDSON TRIAL Tried at Gainesville Taney County Republican, May 19, 1932

Last week a number of Taney County citizens attended Court at Gainesville as witnesses in the Hart-Davidson trial.

O.S. "OL" Hart, Burr Davidson, and their wives were tried as accomplices in the robbery of the Gainesville Bank, which happened last August.

The trial occupied two full days and something over 100 witnesses were used. At the close of the State's evidence the Judge instructed the jury to sign an acquittal for the two women, holding that the State failed to connect them with the robbery at the bank.

At the close of the Defense's evidence the jury went out, and after a short deliberation informed the Court that they could not agree. They reported that they were standing five for conviction of the two men and seven for acquittal.

The State's side of the case was represented by Paul Boone, Prosecuting Attorney of Ozark County, General Rogers, ex-Prosecutor of Gainesville, and Tom Moore of Ozark. The Defendants were represented by Attorney J.H. Ingenthron of Forsyth.

Edgar's involvement with the investigation sent Hart into a murderous rage. Whatever Hart's dreams of becoming another John Dillinger or Pretty Boy Floyd were, they were dashed, and the "Hart-Davidson Gang" would never go down in history alongside the Barkers or Bonnie & Clyde. Hart sent the word out that "Edgar Blankenship was a dead man" and that he would kill him on sight if they should ever meet again. Grandpa Blankenship wasn't fool enough to think that Hart was just bragging. He knew that he meant what he said and that his life was very much in danger...and on the morning of June 3rd, 1932, Ol' Hart arrived in Protem.

According to the old man in Pyatt, who witnessed the confrontation, Hart came back into town and caught up with Edgar in some building or other that he can't recall, remembering only that Edgar didn't have a gun with him at the time. Hart pulled a pistol out of his coat and put it up to Edgar's head. The witness, who was just a boy at the time, told my dad that he was pretty scared and thought that Hart was going to shoot..."he acted like he was mad enough to do it." Instead he just cussed Edgar real bad and then hit him with that pistol. Edgar told him that if he intended to shoot him, then he'd better do it right now, because he would never get another chance. Hart just laughed and cussed him again, then walked off.

Knowing what was coming, Edgar tried to get help from Sheriff Day, but there were few automobiles and no telephones. Grandpa Blankenship was on his own, and handled the situation the best way he knew how.

Main street of Protem, MO circa 1932 where the shooting took place. The old schoolhouse is seen at the end of the street.

Pictured above is a photo taken of what was then Main Street in Protem, MO. (I don't know if it was really called "Main Street", but it makes for a catchy title for my story. Don't judge. 😊) The general store is on the left, behind the Model A Ford and the pig, and sold "Nehi Cola". At noon, on the third day of June in 1932, Hart walked out of that store. Across the street was a house that was undergoing some repair. Another man was outside the store chopping some firewood. Several other townsfolk were "hanging around" or otherwise going about their daily business.

Hart and his friend H. F. Owen decided to walk across the street and look at the house where a neighbor named Audie Reynolds was doing the repairs. They had just reached the edge of the yard and stopped beside a large shade tree, which you can just see in the background of the photo, when there was the loud crak of a rifle shot. A bullet had just struck Hart in the abdomen. He grabbed at his side and staggered towards that tree, but before he could get behind the cover of its trunk another shot was fired. Hart slumped to the ground with a second .30 caliber hole in his chest.

Owen ran for his life. Kermit Wood, the chap who had been chopping firewood (and who had previously declined Edgar's request for a ride to Sheriff Day's office) looked up and saw Grandpa Edgar standing in the alley between Hobart's Store and the house next door, somewhere in the photo's foreground, holding his Winchester rifle in his hands.

After the first few stunned seconds after the shooting, some of the men in the street jumped up and ran to Hart's body, and one or two tried to approach Grandpa. He warned them not to come any closer, to just "leave me alone!" which I assure you they did. Then, they say, Edgar just calmly put his rifle over his shoulder, waded across the creek and walked home.

Sheriff Day was finally sent for, and he, the County Coroner, and the local Prosecutor (the previously referenced Mr. Joseph R. Gideon) rushed to Protem where the coroner held his inquest right beneath the shade tree where Hart lay dead. Someone had laid him on a big piece of cardboard, placed a pillow under his head, and covered him with a sheet. A "coroner's jury" was picked from the bystanders and seven people were called as witnesses. The following is a copy of the actual warrant issued for Edgar Blankenship's arrest.

(It's interesting to note the really archaic phrasing of the prosecutor's description of the weapon used in the shooting. "...a deadly weapon, to wit, a rifle gun loaded with gunpowder and leaden balls..." as if Edgar had been carrying a pirate's musket rather than is Winchester carbine. Rifle cartridges made with modern smokeless powder--not old fashioned, sulphurous "gunpowder"--and modern bullets as we understand them today had been around for quite a while by then; I've no idea why the legal boilerplate was worded like that.)

Sheriff John Day apprehended Edgar, presumably at his home, and he was taken to the old county jail in Forsyth, MO. J.R. Gideon charged him with first degree murder. The judge set his bond at $10,000 dollars...a staggering sum for poverty-striken, Depression-era rural Missouri. The following are transcripts of some of the original newspaper clippings from the Taney County Republican regarding the incident.

O.S. HART SHOT AT PROTEM LAST FRIDAY June 9, 1932

Last Friday, shortly after 12:00 noon, Edgar Blankenship shot and killed O. S. Hart in Protem. The shots were fired from a rifle, one [bullet] passing through in the region of the heart and the other through the abdomen. Circuit Court was in session at Forsyth when the word was brought in. Prosecuting Attorney Mr. J. R.  Gideon, Court Reporter Oscar Sanders, Sheriff Day, and Deputies Henry Simmons and Gordon Brown, accompanied by Justice S. E. Arnold, went at once to Protem. An inquest was held and the testimony of witnesses taken. Edgar Blankenship was placed under arrest and was brought to Forsyth and is being held under a charge of first degree murder.

PRELIMINARY HELD BY JUDGE ARNOLD MONDAY June 30, 1932

Judge Arnold held a preliminary in the case of Edgar Blankenship, charged with the murder of Oliver Stephen Hart at Protem around the first of the month. The only question at issue was whether the accused was entitled to bail and how large the bail should be. The state was represented by Prosecuting Attorney J. R. Gideon and J. H. Ignethson. The Defense by Sharpe & Blunk, and Tom Moore [of Ozark, Missouri].

Note: ironically, these are some of the same attorneys who defended Hart in the original bank robbery trial.

Justice Arnold granted bail and fixed the amount at $10,000. We understand that Sheriff Day had taken the accused to Protem where he expected to get a bondsman. He is being held to answer at the October term of Circuit Court.

Next, have a look at this mildly absurd obituary. It paints Hart as though he were a sweet choir boy and a jewel of the community. "Yellow journalism" has been around for a long time.

OBITUARY OF OLIVER STEPHEN HART Date Unknown, early June, 1932

Oliver Stephen Hart was born to Mr. & Mrs. Dallas Hart on Sept 9, 1892 and grew up to manhood in Ozark County. On Dec 25, 1915 he was married to Miss Lou Duggins of Dugginsville, MO. To this union were born three children: Milo, now 15, and two daughters, Maude, 12, and Irma Lee, 9. He was a Royal Arch mason and had his membership at Lutie, Sampson Lodge No. 298 A. F. & A. M. After his marriage he moved to Taney County, five miles east of Protem where he was engaged in farming and stock raising. He died June 3, 1932 at Protem. He is survived by his wife and three children, his mother, Mrs. Emily Hart, two brothers, Sterling Hart of Dugginsville, and Jerome Hart of Jay, Oklahoma, and his sisters, Pollyanna Hensley, Lou Hensley, Florida Farmer and Jane White. He was buried June 4, 1932 at the family cemetery on the farm where he was reared, at Dugginsville. Dr. Crockett preached the funeral sermon, after which the Masonic Lodge of Lutie took charge of the services. "The farm where he was reared"? Masonic Lodge affiliations? Really?? Did my great grandfather do something to get the newspaper itself mad at him? Anyway...

The original jail house in Forsyth, MO where Grandpa Edgar was incarcerated following the shooting. It is believed he was held in the cell corresponding to the window just visible in the lower floor, far right, behind the hill.

Joseph R. Gideon, county prosecutor, date unknown.

Some of the locals, photographed after the trial. It is thought that the man on the far right wearing the light colored hat is Carl Woods, himself described as a "known murderer and no-account."

Deputy Henry Simmons, Sheriff Day's predecessor, a deputy at the time of Edgar's arrest.

The trial was short and Grandpa Edgar Blankenship was acquitted of any wrongdoing. Hart was buried in the family cemetery as noted in that dramatic obituary. Most folks thought that this would be the end of it.

REPRISAL

The following April, in 1933, while Grandpa Edgar and Grandma Minnie and the rest of the family were attending church in Protem, some unknown, wretched coward shot Edgar Blankenship in the back as he stood outside talking to his friends. My own grandparents--Edgar's daughter Olive and her gentleman caller Charles--were "going together" then. Grandpa Charles once said that when he thinks back, it seems that there were men present that night who were never known to attend church before.

It's pretty obvious that people had an idea that "something" was about to happen. Charlie (my grandfather's birth certificate says "Charles" but he often spelled it "Charley") said that he and Olive, or "Ollie" as he called her, were sitting up near the front of the church. He was 21 at the time and Olive was about to turn 18. He told my father that the congregation was just starting a hymn when the first shot rang out. One of the men who'd been standing outside the church came rushing in and yelled "They've killed Edgar! They've killed Edgar!" Then they heard a second shot.

Charlie got up and ran outside and found Great Grandpa Edgar lying on the ground in terrible pain. Edgar looked up at the young gentleman who was courting his daughter and said, "Charley, help me take my shoes off, my feet are killing me..."

Left: Charlie, my grandfather, age approximately 16, photo taken c. 1928. Below: Olive Blankenship, my grandmother and Edgar's daughter, date unknown.

Charlie took Grandpa Edgar's shoes off, then he and some other men helped him into a car belonging to a man by the name of Em Woods. They took off for Doctor Threadgill's office in Forsyth, the county seat, but somehow, someone had already found a telephone and sent word to the doctor about what had happened. Dr. Threadgill immediately started for Protem, and the two cars missed each other en route.

Upon reaching Forsyth and finding the doctor's office closed, they rushed north to the "Baptist Hospital" (which does not appear to exist as such, any longer) in the city of Springfield. Edgar was admitted to the emergency room but they found that the bullet had grazed his spine and had lodged in his liver. Removing it would only hasten his death. There was not much more they could do but make him comfortable and hope for the best.

Grandpa Edgar eventually recovered, but was left an invalid for the remainder of his days. Eventually he would die at his home not far from Protem. It is reported that he foretold the date and hour of his own death, and called his wife Minnie to his side, giving her instructions of his final wishes.

The shooter was never found, although there were several suspects. Theories abounded. Each person who had been present at the church and who was interviewed by the law have expressed a different opinion of who the guilty party might be. Once again, a reporter from the Taney County Republican was on hand the next day and published the following story in the newspaper.

EDGAR BLANKENSHIP IS SHOT AT PROTEM April 27, 1933

Sunday night between 8 and 9 o'clock Edgar Blankenship was shot from behind by an unknown person. Blankenship had been acquitted for the charge of murdering Ol Hart by a jury in the Circuit Court last week. Sunday night he had gone to church at Protem. It is very difficult to get accurate information as to what actually happened. Our report is mostly taken from such information as we have been able to get from the Prosecuting Attorney Gideon and Sheriff Pumphrey.

It seems that Blankenship left the church and walked out to where some of his friends, including Bill Davis, were seated. Davis had been a very important witness for Blankenship at the trial. Blankenship made a greeting of an intimate and a friendly nature to the group and turned to walk back into the church. When he turned, a man who'd been with or near this group stepped forward and shot Blankenship in the back, the ball ranging from the spine into the liver.

A second shot was fired but did not take effect. The victim was rushed to Forsyth, but Dr. Threadgill had gone to Protem on learning of the shooting and missed the car carrying the injured man. Blankenship was then taken to Branson, where after emergency treatment he was taken to an emergency hospital in Springfield. Up to last night he was still living but was in critical condition. The would had bled internally. The doctors considered his condition as very serious.

Much confusion is apparent in the reports of the shooting. Sheriff Pumphrey went to Protem that night as soon as word was received. He took bloodhounds with him but no result was secured. The next day he and Prosecutor J.R. Gideon went to Protem for further investigation.

Though several personas were near when the shot was fired no information of much value was learned. It is claimed by those present that the man who did the shooting is unknown to them. Though he appears to have been with or near them, no description of any value or accuracy was learned.

It appears that the man who is supposed to have fired the shot had spoken to some of Blankenship's friends. One of the puzzling things of the situation is that the man who did the shooting should have put himself close to known friends of Blankenship. Though unknown to those present, he appeared to know who the friends of Blankenship were, and so stationed himself where Blankenship would be most apt to come out if he left the church. This is in itself a daring move, as it might have led to his being seized the instant he drew a gun.

In the confusion he made his escape notwithstanding that friends of the wounded man were near.

We never found out who shot Grandpa Edgar, though in later years it was quietly suspected that the shooter was one of Hart's relatives. Edgar was a tough, capable man. Not even an assassin's bullet could kill him outright, or so the family legend goes.

Charles and Olive, my grandparents, at their 50th wedding anniversary, date approx 1985. I was there, at maybe 15 years old.

Rest in peace, Edgar.

(Final note: My grandfather Charles once had a job delivering mail on horseback as a teenager, when he narrowly missed being drafted into the Army by still being barely 17 years of age at the time World War II ended. Between that, and Edgar's sheer luck at being an only surviving child, I guess I'm lucky to be here.)