John McCormick
by Jonathan Ruebling, Cheney Swedlow

My name is John McCormick and I've just been shot.  I'm not sure who
pulled the trigger.  Everything has happened so quickly.  Not even an hour
ago Officer Bishop, who's under my supervision, and I got a lead on a
catfight between two women. 

We arrived at Salter's Tavern at about 11:45 and rode around on our quarter horses to get a feel for the situation.  We heard a scream from inside the tavern. . . it sounded like Ella Felters, a notorious mischief-maker in Ybor's Scrub. As Bishop and I entered the tavern, we could feel the hostile stares the patrons cast in our direction. 

We approached Miss Felter and wrestled her down the steps of the tavern.  A moment later I noticed Officer Bishop backing off, and then
someone's arms were around me.  That's when I felt it- sharp pain in my
stomach . . . 

Now there's nothing but darkness.