It was a weekend of murder and mayhem. We found a possible serious and mass killer. We found his victims. We found a lawman that has been forgotten and misunderstood. We looked into the eyes of men blue and grey. We mingled with prisoners of the past. What a great weekend! I had a great time “giving the dead a voice”! I also must say that it totally drained me. If we are living batteries for the dead, I have been plugged in, run, and reaped. We succeeded in finding the accused murderer and his victims. The accused has a “marker” fitting for an infamous bastard. The victims seemed angry that we went to him first. I feel as if searching out and spending time with the “dead”, is really living. Mystery, history, and moments surround you and move you. The ghosts of the Pee Dee have our ear and we give them a voice. I pray that they find peace at the end of that river and their stories are told.
"We believe the dead have a voice and we honor them by listening."