Sam was getting angry, and nobody had ever
seen Sam angry. Sam, herself, did not understand this new emotion. It was
totally against her nature.
Alvin and Lorna Wilson, Sam’s employers,
were watching this exchange closely. Sam seemed to think Davis was not doing
her right, somehow, and they strongly felt that there was nobody in Nashville
to speak up for Sam. Except them. They walked over and joined in the
conversation, just as Davis, still red faced, hollered loud enough that all
could hear, “No! You just need to face it! You lost, fair and square. I’m not gonna
let you make a circus outta this!” By now, a few of the other shooters had
joined in the discussion, also. After a couple of minutes, Davis shook his head
once again, and hollered out to the field judge, “Take yer knife, dig out that
bull’s eye ball, an take a look.”
He did. It took several minutes. The crowd
remained totally silent, nobody wanted to miss what the field judge would say.
After a few minutes, he held up both hands
to show. The man appeared to be crying. “Two fifty caliber balls, stacked dead
center!” Many tears were being shed among the onlookers.
At that moment, Sam became the toast of
Nashville. Everybody was calling her DEAD
EYE SAM. Nobody, in the long history of this event, had ever seen anything
like this happen. It seemed impossible! This story would soon
spread all over Tennessee, and beyond. Samantha’s life would never be the same
again.
One of the
most noticeable changes regarding Sam’s new-found fame showed up almost
immediately at Wilson’s Family Restaurant. Crowds were showing up to eat there
each day, with a long waiting line out front. Everybody wanted to see Dead Eye
Sam. Be served by her. Sam’s tips skyrocketed. Course, in those days, nobody
knew what a skyrocket was, probably.
The Wilsons’ called Sam into the office.
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