FIRST PREFACE

1982. Tulsa, Oklahoma.

The teenage boy cocked the weapon and raised it up to his chest, waving it toward his father. "Don't make me shoot you," he quietly said.

The father stood there for a moment sizing up the sixteen-year old standing in front of him aiming the shotgun at him. "I don't think you got the guts to shoot me, boy," he sneered, an evil smile curling over his lips.

"Give me an excuse and we'll both find out,"

The smile went away from the father's face. For the first time, he could see his son was deadly serious, but he continued playing as though he was still kidding.

"Why don't you give me that gun."

"I'll give you the bullets first!" the boy growled, pulling the stock up to his shoulder to take aim. "Get out of here and don't come back!" he shouted.

The father slowly turns and starts to walk away, but at the last second he turns around again, this time with a gun in his own hand aiming it right at his son. It would be the last move he would ever make.

The sound was like a cannon blast in the enveloping silence. The shot almost knocked the father off of his feet, but somehow he kept upright and managed to fire off one shot hitting his son in the shoulder, but the boy also remained standing and fired a second and decisive shot…