John B. Williamson wasn't the type to wait around and hope. On a cold winter night in 1870, he took action, he helped, and he paid with his life. And had it not been for a single spelling alteration, I might never have found him at all.
WWJWD?
Here’s where the story ends…or does it?
The conclusion of Eugene Fisher's story remained elusive until I went back to the foundation of it. And by rebuilding the beginning, I found the ending.
The San Quentin Mistake
Eugene Fisher's future contained nothing but time - fourteen years of hard time in San Quentin, to be exact. Finally, justice was served. Oh, wait. You didn't think it actually happened that way, did you?
Clairmont’s Christmas Defense
"The judge has to give me a break," Eugene told himself as he awaited sentencing. "It was Christmas, and my baby needed - " Suddenly, he knew what he would tell the judge...
Baugh, Bass, and Beyond 