Fourteen year old Sonny Henderson was headed toward the barns with three milk cows in front of the horse. He stepped from the saddle and opened the gate then remounted. Swinging his rope and hollering, the cattle moved on toward the lot beside the barn. Just as they came around a bend in the river, two shots were heard coming from toward the house. He left the cattle and kicked his horse into a run. Well before he got there, he saw six men on horses, guns in hand and his father lying on the ground.