Word: krone
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After the shooting, another woman and two children reported that Miller had also attempted to assault them. A coroner's jury found Mrs. Krone not guilty...
...dull afternoon last week, Mrs. Inez Elizabeth Krone, a Bakersfield, Calif, housewife, drove out across the Kern County desert to spend an idle hour at shaded, oasis-like Hart Memorial Park. When she was six miles from Bakersfield on her way back, she saw a sallow young man in slacks and a white shirt standing beside a stalled model A Ford. The road was empty of traffic. There were no houses for miles. Mrs. Krone, a friendly, matter-of-fact woman, slowed her 1951 Buick and asked through the open window if she could be of any help...
Then he said, "I'm lonesome." Describing what happened later, Mrs. Krone said: "He put his left arm around my shoulder and with his right hand he started pulling up my skirt." Was there any more con versation? "No sir," she told the Bakersfield coroner, "It was all action." As her muscular assailant reached for her, Mrs. Krone stepped on the throttle, brought her left forearm down on the steering wheel horn ring, and pushed at him with her right hand. He grabbed the wheel and ran the car off the road. She opened the door, jumped...
...minutes, Mrs. Krone crouched in the stifling trunk on her hands and knees as the automobile jolted at high speed over rough roads. Then the car stopped. Miller got out and tried to open the trunk. He failed. Mrs. Krone had crawled in with the key in her hand, and the door had locked on closing. Cursing her wildly, he demanded that she pass the key out to him. He had driven the automobile to a high and lonely bluff overlooking the Kern River and he threatened to run it over the cliff if she refused...
...obeyed. She found a space between the trunk and the rear seat and pushed the key up into it. Miller took it, and triumphantly opened the trunk door. As she backed out, he seized one of her wrists and whirled her around. Mrs. Krone-who had found her husband's 22-caliber Smith & Wesson target pistol and a box of cartridges in the trunk, and had carefully slipped six cartridges into the cylinder during the wild ride-fired three times. One bullet missed. One hit her attacker in the hip. One passed directly through his heart. He staggered, gasped...