The three men arrived in Morgan on Friday afternoon on the two-thirty train from Memphis. Several people noticed them but didn’t pay them much attention. They might have been salesmen or businessmen of some sort. The only reason they were noticed at all was because there were three of them. But the strangers had come to Morgan to rob the bank on Saturday, the day after payday. While the town’s citizens spent Friday night according to their custom – some placidly, some passionately, and some in acute distress – the men plotted their attack. Saturday dawned stormy, canceling fishing trips, accentuating hangovers, and changing some plans, but not that of the men. At three in the afternoon, the sleepy town exploded into violence, shattering the patterns of several lives, leaving one man shocked by the look of death, and a hero appalled by the nature of his heroism.