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I am also a blood bought, Born Again Christian! I am also a covenant member of The Church Of God. I do spend a lot of time in Bible study and prayer. Because I want to please the Lord.
Now let me tell you about this photo of this pickup. The first time I saw this truck was on the morning of April 9th 1983. It was a very nice looking truck that morning, it was painted a deep maroon color or black cherry cab and the bed was flat black as it is in this photo. It had some very nice rims on it with spiral tear drop cut outs and custom turn signal covers on the front. My cousin Dean invited me to a little get together that morning that he would be having at his house that evening. That was the first time in a long time anyone had invited me to anything. Except for my Aunt Chris, she was always inviting me to church and church young peoples services and such. But I was mad at God! That is why I never accepted any of her invites. I was blaming God for everything back in those days. I was just about over the hurt of losing my brother Roy. So when Dean invited me to his little get together that evening, I thought, why not. Meet some of his friends and be sociable for once.
I had been sober for a couple of days and my fifth anniversary to my wife Brenda would be the next day if I hadn't given her a divorce a couple of years earlier. But I still loved her even if she had married one of my friends!
That evening the first person Dean introduced me to was a young fellow named Bobby. He was a slender built fellow with black hair. Dean introduced me as his cousin Doug and said that Bobby was from down around Denison way, and that Bob is around here somewhere, but this one is Bobby. The young lady that was setting beside Bobby when I first walked through the door way got up and walked around me while I was shacking hands with Bobby. Then I walked over to the step down that went into the den and introduced myself to everyone that was in there. All three of them. There was a curly blonde headed fellow setting against the wall to may left and the two fellows setting in the recliner and chair along the wall in front of me. I knew the two in front of me had been coming out to the ranch with horses and Dean would help them train the horses to load up in the trailers and back out and saddle break them. But that was the first time that I had ever seen the blonde headed fellow. I assumed that he was Bob.
A fellow arrived about twenty minutes after I did named Jeff and he told Dean that he had left his house keys on his coffee table when he left home. So Dean asked me if I would be able to get into a house without leaving any signes that would prove a break in had taken place. I asked Jeff a couple of questions about his house then I told him that I could get him in and no one would know it. Dean told me to use the one ton when ever Jeff was ready to go home. So I was commented and I couldn't get stupid drunk that night.
I was setting on the livingroom side of the kitchen counter most of that evening I never moved from there. About five minutes after Jeff and I had finished our conversation. Bobby came up on my right and showed me his hand gun. I almost laughted. It was what you would call a Saturday night special. It was a stainless steel semi-automatic with black grip plates and he asked me what I thought about it. I said, "That's a real nice cap pistol, but you should put it away because guns and booze don't always mix well." I think he was just a little disappionted because I didn't want to handle the thing. It wasn't any good for anything except for up close.
A few minutes after Bobby went down into the den area. The young lady came out of the bed room to my right, were she must of been brushing her hair. I noticed her out off the corner of my eye when she stood up straight and had thrown her hair back over her shoulders so it hung down to the small of her back. As she walked towards me I said, "hello there" to which she did not respond so I turned to Butch, who was in the ketchen and asked, "Who is that?" That is when the young lady, who had stopped at the end of the dinning table said her name was "Patty." That is when Butch cut her off with, "Doug that is Patricia my future sister-in-law." That is when I looked right at the young lady. She was wearing a light green tee shirt tucked into her bluejeans and white tennis shoes. She let out a sigh of frustration and stomped off into the den. That kinda of struck me funny. Most young ladies when they are fixing to get married to the man of their dreams they want everyone to know who there man is! But not this young lady, Patty. I would not see her again until just after midnight.
I looked up at the clock at 11:45 and asked Butch if that was the right time, and she said that is was. So I raised my beer bottle into the air and said, "Happy anniversary wife, where ever you are. I hope you are happy." With that Butch told me that I didn't need a bottle but a good woman! That is when I told how that when I leave my bottle on my night stand every morning when I got work, that when I get home it is still there. How my bottle never cheats on me or lies to me. With these smart remarks of mine said she left to the den herself.
I set there at the counter for about a half hour, when the curly blonde headed guy came up out of the den saying, "Come on let's get this over with."
The girl Patty was right behind him saying, "But why?"
Bobby was right behind her and he said, "Because we have to."
I would soon find out for myself what they were talking about. They left out the back door of my cousin's house. Then Dean let me know that Jeff was ready to go home and I said, "OK let me finish this beer and we'll go." It had not been but about five minutes before Jeff and I walked out the front door that the ather three had gone out the back door. As we walked to Jeff's car I asked if it would be alright for me to just ride on his front fender up to the end of the fence and I would get the one ton and follow him to his place. So when we got to where I was go to get off the fender he stopped. As I walked up the slight grade to the one ton I heard someone down at the pond say, "It will be over a lot quicker for you if you don't hold your breath!" It sounded just like Bob the first one up out of the den. Then I heard a young lady scream "NO!" and a splash. I was kind of frozen in place with the door of the one ton open, trying to comprehend what I had just heard, when Jeff yelled for me to harry up! So I jumped into the one ton and took off after him.
When we got to his place I knew right where I was. Every other morning I would go out behind his house to put out hay and call up the cattle Dean had out there to take a head count. I opened his back door for him and he asked if I wanted a beer. He also made sure that I saw him pickup his house keys off the coffee table. Then he told me that he had to get rid of his girl friend because she knew to much. I told him that everyone deserved a second chance. With that he opened his icebox door but there was no beer, just a wine cooler that had belonged to his girl friend, I could have that if I wanted it. I told him I would just get a beer when I got back to the ranch. That never happened.
The next morning just as the sun was coming up I went down to the pond to smoke and try to understand what all had happened the night before. That is when I saw the young lady's hair floting just under the surface of the water about a foot and a half out from the end of the fishing dock. I was terrorized, who could I tell, not Dean, because those guy's were his friends that had done this. If he confronted them, they might just kill everyone on the ranch. I could never trust the Ada PD because they had helped Judge Jones and Bill Peterson and Chris Ross railroaded me into prison over a $85.00 broken window back in 1978. So I just prayed for God not to let it be real. And it wasn't! I was always drunk after that morning and I never went anywhere near that pond again.
The Lord called me into the ministry while I was setting out a whole lot of fines in the Pontotoc County Jail in March 1984. I was going to do a jail ministry right here in Ada Oklahoma. I was released from the county jail one evening to attend a revival meeting at the Church of God of Prophecy. God had been doing things for a while before that had ever happened though. I was sober for a long time just trying to serve the Lord.
I would not remember all of these details until 2006 when my wife Brenda showed me the pictures of Tommy Ward and Karl Fontenot and the girl Denice Haraway that they were convicted of murdering in the book "The Innocent Man" Then I read the book "The Dreams of Ada" by Robert Mayer. Thanks to these two books and my cousin Dean, I have found out who the real murderers are that took both Patty Hamilton and Denice Haraway from their jobs after robbing them at gun point. The Timmons brothers had no idea what they were witness too. The only investigator that even came close to the truth was the Investigator that Don Wyatt had hired. He was so very close!
I am the witness that Dennis Smith forgot about. Yes I am the witness that forgot about Patty because I was afraid of the police in Ada. It is still hard for me to trust anyone in this State who has a badge on his shirt and a gun on his side. Now days I always have on my person a copy of The Constitution of the United States. I have learned for myself that only I can stand up for my constitutional rights because not even the judges in the State of Oklahoma or Missouri will honor your rights as American Citizens.
