Meanwhile in 1938.
"OUT OF THE WAY! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" I yelled at the bystanders, several of whom screamed at the sight of the 1911 I was brandishing. I needn't have fired two shots into the air to get their attention. As the bystanders split to the sides in panic, I had a vivid recollection of my mother - oh, how she tried! - giving me Bible study, recounting how Moses supposedly divided the Red Sea and led the Israelites away from the Egyptians. In my version of the story, my Israelite was the last .45 bullet in my Colt and the end of the waters was the leg of Samuel Wilkins.