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chunk 172 Β· paragraph 735
n then raised and fired, but as Heflin
was then inside his house and shooting from
the door, no accurate aim could be taken. The
men continued to exchange an occasional shot
in this manner until the arrival of officers
Cantley, Muse, and others, and a number of
citizens. Heflin had decidedly the best of it,
as he would poke his gun out through the
window, fire, and then withdraw, and could no
doubt have accomplished some telling work,
as he appeared very cool and determined, but
for the protection of the stone wall behind
which the officers dodged every time they saw
the muzzle of the gun protrude from the
window. Twenty-five or thirty shots were fired
in this manner, when it became apparent that
Heflin was hit as he no longer came to the
window. The door was then kicked in and
Constable Buquor and son, Lee, were the first
to enter. As the rush was made Heflin snapped
the right barrel of his gun, which was empty,
right at the stomach of the constable. Had he
used the other barrel which was loaded, no
doubt Mr. Buquor would have been instantly
killed.
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flesh wound. The crowd of enraged men who
had gathered wanted to shoot or hang the
miserable wretch then and there, but the offi-
cers stood firm to their duty, and he was
loaded into an express wagon and soon landed
in jail.
chunk 173 Β· paragraph 738
or would have been instantly
killed.
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flesh wound. The crowd of enraged men who
had gathered wanted to shoot or hang the
miserable wretch then and there, but the offi-
cers stood firm to their duty, and he was
loaded into an express wagon and soon landed
in jail.
Heflin has resided in this city with his
wife and five children for the past two years.
His life here has been one continual round of
drunken debauchery and violence. At different
times he has beaten and abused his wife, driv-
ing her away from home at the dead of night
to take temporary shelter with some of the
neighbors. He has frequently threatened to kill
her. His spells of violence have occurred so
often and were of such a brutal nature as to
have long since become the talk of the town.
He has several times been under arrest, each
time his wife begging for him, under the empty
promise that he would drink no more, but
after each time he became more violent than
before.