In 1862 a few miles east of where I snapped these pictures today a murder took place, the body found in a creek. There were two parties involved A and B, B killing A for his money and girl. Apparently, A had worked hard saved up about $500, a great sum in 1862 dollars, and had just deposited said money in a local bank. B approached near a creek then called Baber, a local resident, and shot B but A did not have the money him as he’d early opened a bank. Well, as justice of the old west A was hung in a near-by oak grove and since that infamous day of murder the creek has been known as Murder Creek and is marked so on modern maps; the road photographed as well is named for that incident so long ago.
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