The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the fields of corn, and Alfred Shults came driving — driving — driving — toward Ainsworth in his Ford.
Since his parents, William and Vena Shults, had bought one farm in 1913 and rented another in 1919, I do not know exactly which farm he was heading for when he was set upon by modern-day highwaymen.
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Hobart News 4 Aug. 1921.
This was not an isolated stretch of road, as we know: there were three houses near where present-day Grand Boulevard crosses the Deep River, so if the hold-up men had actually fired their revolvers, the neighborhood would have been roused … which would have been little consolation to Alfred, had they shot him down like a dog on the highway.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
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