She nodded. I continued. “I found them dead in their dining room. They had been tortured quite evidently. She had been r***d and probably repeatedly. They were shot to death after all these things occurred.” She began to cry.
Mom patted her on the shoulder, gave her some tissue to wipe her eyes and I continued. “The deaths of Charley and Berneice are far from the worst of it, Eileen. That first night I found some things in Charley's place that enabled me to walk through the forest toward Frenchtown. As I came to the edge of town there was a roadblock on the highway. I watched while four men r***d a young woman. Her husband had been shot dead on the street. I could do nothing then except go on toward town unless I shot and killed the woman. But I had no idea of what was going on. So I walk
