B.H. La Forest



. . . Every snap of twigs sounded like rifle shots to the ambusher. Covered with leaves and loose brush, he'd chosen to lay face up—head pointed downhill. In this position he calculated that the face of the government man would be visible as he made his way down the steep slope.

. . . Ray St. Giles carefully negotiated his vertical descent. A short distance from the campsite, his attention was drawn to something on the left-side of the trail. Twenty feet away, it shimmered off and on like a small blinking light. 

. . . Instantly, howling winds were overcome by a piercing crack, followed by a thunderous explosion. Flames shot high into the evening sky, fed by debris and dust from the disintegrating house where the witnesses lived. Brick, mortar, plaster, and sections of their roof, were flung high and wide.

. . . Silver explained that he had asked Nelson for a meet because members of his subcommittee were concerned. Some of them—Democrat and Republican, were against the subcommittee's proposed merger of ATF and the FBI. Beside the fact the proposal had been routed through Senator Payne's Senate Committee to colleagues in the House, more serious considerations were involved.

. . . Walt Longhway notified the others. "We've got company. I can see five of them—two in each truck, and one driving the wagon." The TSO was hidden in a ditch alongside the drive. He waited until team members clicked their mikes twice; signaling each had received his message.

 . . . In Oregon, about forty miles west of Bend, four offenders—felons all, who were linked to the old MDL, had barricaded themselves in a mountain line-shack. Michael Slattery, the agent in charge of ATF's Medford field office, was picked off as he attempted to lead a team up a nearby hill.