Poor Mrs. Pilcher had to endure a family curse of MacBethian proportions. Earlier, her husband the local constable was killed in a freak accident.
While investigating a break-in up Bouquet Canyon, he and his partner saw the front door to a cabin wide open. No one was home. As they approached, the saw a large lizard scamper into the house.
After a thorough check, John Sr. decided to chase the lizard out of the house so the owners wouldn't come home to an unwelcome and/or dead reptile under their bed. He and his partner both bent over at the same time on opposite ends of the bed.
His young partner, the first day on the job, was carrying a small-caliber revolver in his shirt pocket. The pistol fell out, hit the floor, discharged and sent a slug right between Pilcher's eyes, killing him instantly. On this date and about a year later, his son, John Jr.
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