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May 31, 2005
The world turned in to a flash of brilliant colors. Midnight blue was the last thing Bernie saw as the three hundred grain slug tried to achieve maximum velocity through the jammed pistol barrel. The green cannon fuse had become a dancing red headed snake whizzing across the barn, aggravated by the yellow flame. Stillwater saw Bernie's laughing visage framed in a glowing red and orange ANFO fireball. The posse became pink snow when the hundreds of pipe bombs hidden around the foundation of the barn popped like a string of demon's firecrackers. Jules Honaker saw gold in the dead.