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The Cougar

The Cougar

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Chapter XLI from My Back Pages by David L. Newman. The new Mercury Cougar that would have sat gathering dust except for three willing brothers who were glad to keep it on the road.After being shot by his ex-wife our oldest brother was in the hospital. Three brothers were thrilled to keep the Cougar on the road 24/7.
Chapter XLI from My Back Pages by David L. Newman. The new Mercury Cougar that would have sat gathering dust except for three willing brothers who were glad to keep it on the road.After being shot by his ex-wife our oldest brother was in the hospital. Three brothers were thrilled to keep the Cougar on the road 24/7.

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Chapter XLI

“The Cougar”
For some reason unknown to me, I have to tell this story. I can’t say that I am proud of this story but there is a story to be told. This is another story about my older brother, Carl Wayne. Carl Wayne is almost eight years older than I am. Maybe it is the age difference or it could be that we are completely different in our personalities, which made it impossible for us to relate to each other. My other older brother, Donald (Bud) who is six years older than I am, have a good relationship. So, I am going with the difference in personalities as our problems. I don’t remember for certain what year this event occurred but I do recall the incident. Carl Wayne had married a girl from Trenton who was then his second wife. She was several years younger than he was. In fact, she was several years younger than I was. They were soon divorced with two small children. Carl Wayne was often gone for months at a time. He did not come back to Trenton on a regular basis. He had court ordered visitation with his children but he was seldom around to visit them. He did return to Trenton one week to stay for a while. He was driving a leased brand new Mercury Cougar. It was white, two door hardtop and nice. It was every young man’s dream to drive. It was a sunny afternoon and I was fishing with my girlfriend, Susan Jinkins and her Mother, Lucille. The creek where we were fishing was about four miles from town. We had parked the car and walked a short distance north of the bridge to fish in the creek. We had been fishing for about an hour when my younger brother, Larry, drove up. He parked on the road and yelled out to me. “David, Mother wants you to come home.” “Why”, I asked him. “Carl Wayne’s wife shot him,” was Larry’s reply. I cast my lure back into the creek, “Did she kill him?” “No, she just shot him in the side and he is on his way to the hospital.” “What does Mother want me to do about it?” Larry said he didn’t know but Mother wanted us all there. I made several more casts into the murky water of the creek, thinking about what I could do. I saw no reason for me to have to give up my afternoon fishing trip because of my brother’s stupidity. Then suddenly the light came on! If Carl Wayne was in the hospital then that poor little white two-door hardtop was just going to be sitting there collecting dust. What a pity! “We have to go,” I told Susan and Lucille. As we were loading our fishing gear into my car, I told Susan about my plan.

I took them home and went home to “console” my Mother. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw reporters everywhere. The radio station from Bonham, KFYN, had a reported there. The television station, KXII, from Sherman had a film crew there. This was the biggest news in Fannin County at the time. As I made my way to the house, the reporters asked several questions about the shooting. I didn’t have any answers for them. I made it into the house and talked to Mother about what had happened. Carl Wayne had been drinking and went to see his ex-wife and they got into an argument. She had a gun that he had bought her and when the argument got out of hand, she pulled the gun out and started shooting. Carl Wayne must have used some of his Air Force training while running for the car. As the shots were being fired, he was zigzagging while running for his life. At one point he must have accidently zigged his way into one of the spray of lead being fired in his direction. One bullet caught him in the side. We agreed that it was a good thing he was the person who taught her how to shoot! Someone, I think it was me, went out onto the porch and told the reporters everything we, the victims’ family, knew at that time. They were soon on their way to the scene of the shooting to get the rest of the story. That is when my two brothers and I began “the plan.” There are twenty-four hours in a day. Three brothers wanted possession of the Cougar. The math was simple; each would have the car for an eight-hour shift. Jimmie and Larry were generous and considered that since I was the only one of us who was dating at the time, I should have the Cougar during the “Prime Time.” I think my shift was from seven p.m. to three a.m. At three a.m. I would meet my brother Jimmie and turn the Cougar over to him. Jimmie would drive it until eleven and then turn it over to our younger brother, Larry. At seven p.m., it would come back to me. We agreed that we would try to keep as much gas in the tank as was in it when we first began this adventure. There is no way of knowing how many miles we put on that leased Cougar. I do know when our brother got out of the hospital a week later; he was shocked to see three bullet holes in the Cougar. I don’t remember Carl Wayne saying anything about the mileage. I do remember him asking me to drive him around town so he could get out of the house for a while. I was convincingly believable when I told him I was not really fond of driving around town in what I referred to as a “Bonnie & Clyde” bullet riddled car!

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