Chief By Donna Flood
Chapter 28 - Uncle Deans
Uncle Dean was acquainted
with murder. Never did he say he felt this was the way Bertha died, but
his paranoid conduct, with his obsession for having guns handy at every
turn, spoke for his belief that she didnt commit suicide. In this
instance with his sons death, he was vocal in his belief that this was
He told the same story
and could have been an interrogator but one performed by himself. As
time went along he was diagnosed with neurotic anxiety and then on to
being schizophrenic. While in the mental hospital he talked of seeing
members of his family there. He was so sure of their identity.
Officer Taylor, my old
friend, caught me on the road and told me about my son. He put his arms
around me and I wept like a baby. I left right away to go to Mansfield,
Missouri where Weldon had been shot. Uncle Dean always started the
story from the beginning.
I tried to keep Weldon
centered. I didnt want him to leave the ranch, or to get involved with
people who would not be a help to him. He knew ranching is a hard
business. Why wouldnt he listen? On and on were his ramblings and for
the love, kindness, and security my uncle had always given me, I repaid
him by being there for him, to liste, if nothing else.
My feelings were in
unison with what my uncle spoke. Certainly, for all my life I had heard
the warnings. We didnt really know, then, first hand, all the awful
things to happen with the Osage, or the sorrows for the children but
somehow, while our parents spoke we listened, even though some of the
reasoning was skewed with illogical thoughtsYou cant associate with
those folks. Whatever danger there is you might well escape, but they
wont. You are responsible for their protection. Would you want to see
them harmed just so someone can get through to you?
This was probably the
strongest of the arguments for my staying apart. Of course, if a person
meets someone and wants to befriend them, then a strong bond can
develop. Why would you ever want them to be hurt? Probably Weldon and
Mariah felt safer because they had the advantage and support of their
position. I knew where I was as far as that went. Mother made this plain
to us. We had no illusions about what the consequences would be if we
got into trouble. Mariah had learned the sad realities of making a wrong
decision and now, so had Weldon, but he had lost his life in the
process. Even though I was not Osage, just by living under their
umbrella of hearth and home I became as one of them.
That situation up at
Mansfield, Missouri was so set up. Even an idiot could see the
collusion. The staff in the hospital acted like they were seeing a ghost
when they saw me. Everything was cut and dried. What was out of order
was when a nurse found an opportunity, when we were alone, to whisper to
me. Dean told.
This man has been dead
for a while. He couldnt have rigor mortis set up like this in the time
it took for the ambulance to get him here from where he was supposedly
omeone else told me the
Uncle of Weldons wife who shot him had just arrived from California and
that he was a law officer. Another uncle was the district attorney and
the sheriff were related to her as well. We went through the coroners
judgement and the crime was called justifiable homicide. I never knew,
maybe the coroner was related to them. It was all information for me,
unsubstantiated. A strange man in a strange town, the smell of money,
who knows what was true and what wasnt. Where there is smoke, there is
fire, though. Something not right was happening.
A neighbor of Weldons
in Bartlesville called me and told me he was unconscious in the back
bedroom. When I drove over there from Ponca (about an hours drive,) I
did find him unconscious, I thought he was dead then. I cleaned the
blood off his head and he rallied. Dean related the story as if he were
seeing the happening in his own mind.
I think I killed Gwen,
Dean said, Weldon told him.
No, shes not dead. A
neighbor has driven her home. They took your car.
Dean told his son. What
in Gods name has caused this?
I went crazy when they
told me the baby was not my son! I started to drink and I just went
nuts. She fought me and must have hit me on the head after I passed out.
Anyway, I dont remember her hitting me.
Weldon was blurry in his
Looks like youve been
hit with this iron. It is all bloody. Dean told him.
Why didnt I take him to
the hospital? Weldons father was remorseful.
He didnt want to go,
but I could have called an ambulance. Someone besides myself should have
seen what had happened in that house. Why? Why? Why? Why didnt I? He
didnt want me to but I could have left and called, anyway. When he
began to come around, I did leave and came back to Ponca City. I should
have stayed there with him. These were the thoughts to torture the man
until he died.
Did you notice at the
funeral home he was shot on the right side of his face and head? Did you
see how the hair had been taken off the top of his head? I think he was
shot at Bartlesville and taken to Missouri. Uncle Dean asked.
If he was opening the
door with his right hand, and he was very right handed, the blast from
the shotgun would have to hit him on the left side of his face, not the
right. The right side would have been protected to some degree by the
door. Uncle Dean was using his own trained law enforcement observances
to explain what I had seen that was irregular, but one I couldnt
I was nineteen, young and
inexperienced but I knew enough to ask, There should be an autopsy! Why
not now? For whatever reason, Uncle Dean never replied to my request.
There were chores I must go through with him now and these would be the
things to remember for a life time. He had other plans tied up with his
belief that his son was murdered. Those methods would prove to be so
cruel and torturous it makes me afraid of what barbarous, brutal
thoughts go into the minds of men and women, who are motivated by
Revenge is mine, Uncle
Dean always taught me. I didnt know he was referring to himself, and
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