The Shooting
The day of August 29th started with the “Road Grader” salesman coming out to give Robert a demonstration. The neighborhood men cuss and discuss, grade parts of the road, and decide if Robert buys it for $3000 then Mr. Maberry will pay the diesel for the tractor and the road will not get bad anymore. It is a true “big boys and their toys” story. Robert skips dinner and continues to grade our road. I am very happy because this grader equipment is half the price we budgeted in our business plan for the RV Park. I got into the shower and was all soapy when I heard Robert coming up the stairs yelling, “Salter shot me”, “they are coming to kill us”, and “we have to get out of here.” My world stopped in that instant.
I had to remind myself not to panic, to think clearly, and act smartly. I ascertain Robert is not shot in a vital area. He won’t immediately die in my arms. I decided to call Irene for help. She and her Robert are the only ones I can trust. Hell will freeze over for the third time before I call the PCSO. I know they protect Salters. I fear what they will do to help kill my husband. They haven’t done a damn thing to protect him from all the threats and prior attempts on his life.
We decide to meet at Ulisi (a big old pecan tree off Bennett Road). I had to get our big red 3500 Dodge pick-up around Salter’s white Chevy truck. Salter had the entire road blocked. His truck was perpendicular to the traffic flow cutting it off from either direction. There is a barbed wire fence in front of the Chevy truck blocking that exit entirely. I drove behind the Chevy to get out and noticed the driver’s door was wide open and it was going ding, ding, ding to signal the key was still in the ignition. I reach Grandmother (Ulisi) at 7:13 pm and call Irene. She and Robert P are at the I-20 exit 3 miles away. Robert is feeling ill. I make Robert a sling, pack him into the truck, turn the AC on high to cool him off, and we flee for our lives at 7:19 pm in two trucks.
Using my records and adding in what the PCSO told me I can record times on a few events. It is 7:14 pm when Robert P and Irene reach the top of the hill at Bennett Road on FM 113. From that high point you have a view of the entire valley that can be breathtaking. Brazos Rock Road is at the bottom of the hills in the valley. At 7:16 pm Robert P and Irene arrive at Grandmother and Robert P is a nervous wreck. Robert P is a mellow guy nothing upsets him or riles him into a frenzy. I’d known him for five years and didn’t remember him ever raising his voice. On this night however, Robert P was panicked and upset because of a huge dust cloud arising from Brazos Rock Road and filling the entire valley. There was a big stir going on to create such a dust cloud. We could see that dust cloud until we turned onto I-20 and headed East for Fort Worth 3 miles away.
I drove at 90 miles per hour to Plaza Medical Center Hospital in Fort Worth. We arrived at 8:13 pm and got Robert checked in for treatment. Robert is lucky we chose that hospital. The doctor on ER duty had just been promoted to Colonel in the Army after serving another tour in Iraq. The doctor was a combat veteran just like Robert. He had a ton of experience in gun shot wounds.
The day of August 29th started with the “Road Grader” salesman coming out to give Robert a demonstration. The neighborhood men cuss and discuss, grade parts of the road, and decide if Robert buys it for $3000 then Mr. Maberry will pay the diesel for the tractor and the road will not get bad anymore. It is a true “big boys and their toys” story. Robert skips dinner and continues to grade our road. I am very happy because this grader equipment is half the price we budgeted in our business plan for the RV Park. I got into the shower and was all soapy when I heard Robert coming up the stairs yelling, “Salter shot me”, “they are coming to kill us”, and “we have to get out of here.” My world stopped in that instant.
I had to remind myself not to panic, to think clearly, and act smartly. I ascertain Robert is not shot in a vital area. He won’t immediately die in my arms. I decided to call Irene for help. She and her Robert are the only ones I can trust. Hell will freeze over for the third time before I call the PCSO. I know they protect Salters. I fear what they will do to help kill my husband. They haven’t done a damn thing to protect him from all the threats and prior attempts on his life.
We decide to meet at Ulisi (a big old pecan tree off Bennett Road). I had to get our big red 3500 Dodge pick-up around Salter’s white Chevy truck. Salter had the entire road blocked. His truck was perpendicular to the traffic flow cutting it off from either direction. There is a barbed wire fence in front of the Chevy truck blocking that exit entirely. I drove behind the Chevy to get out and noticed the driver’s door was wide open and it was going ding, ding, ding to signal the key was still in the ignition. I reach Grandmother (Ulisi) at 7:13 pm and call Irene. She and Robert P are at the I-20 exit 3 miles away. Robert is feeling ill. I make Robert a sling, pack him into the truck, turn the AC on high to cool him off, and we flee for our lives at 7:19 pm in two trucks.
Using my records and adding in what the PCSO told me I can record times on a few events. It is 7:14 pm when Robert P and Irene reach the top of the hill at Bennett Road on FM 113. From that high point you have a view of the entire valley that can be breathtaking. Brazos Rock Road is at the bottom of the hills in the valley. At 7:16 pm Robert P and Irene arrive at Grandmother and Robert P is a nervous wreck. Robert P is a mellow guy nothing upsets him or riles him into a frenzy. I’d known him for five years and didn’t remember him ever raising his voice. On this night however, Robert P was panicked and upset because of a huge dust cloud arising from Brazos Rock Road and filling the entire valley. There was a big stir going on to create such a dust cloud. We could see that dust cloud until we turned onto I-20 and headed East for Fort Worth 3 miles away.
I drove at 90 miles per hour to Plaza Medical Center Hospital in Fort Worth. We arrived at 8:13 pm and got Robert checked in for treatment. Robert is lucky we chose that hospital. The doctor on ER duty had just been promoted to Colonel in the Army after serving another tour in Iraq. The doctor was a combat veteran just like Robert. He had a ton of experience in gun shot wounds.
Robert is a lefty. He parried the rifle stuck in his face with his right hand and got shot. The bullet burned his little finger and entered at the base of the palm. The bullet travelled up to the elbow. Also show is his left arm because of the fight for his life. Robert was bruised, cut, bitten, and scraped all over his body. His left knee was also very swollen. These three pictures represent how bad it was.
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