"John Gilmore is one of America's natural-born gifts to literature.” -- Gary Indiana
On The Run with Bonnie & Clydeby John Gilmore
Decades in the making, On the Run With Bonnie & Clyde is a fast moving and gut-wrenching, highly original exploration into the personalities of the star-crossed lovers and "public enemies” Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. A thoroughly researched, in-depth study of the true natures of these notorious outlaws, by an acclaimed author well versed in the dark fields… See more details below
Decades in the making, On the Run With Bonnie & Clyde is a fast moving and gut-wrenching, highly original exploration into the personalities of the star-crossed lovers and "public enemies” Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. A thoroughly researched, in-depth study of the true natures of these notorious outlaws, by an acclaimed author well versed in the dark fields of violence, On the Run With Bonnie & Clyde breaks away from the usual police-blotter procedurals on these outlaw lovers. Delving deep into their character in his unique and uncompromising style, Gilmore places the reader squarely inside a stolen 1932 V-8 with the desperadoes on a dusty, two-year, devil-take-the-high-road spree of robberies, shoot-outs and murder. Through the dark windshield of legend, the short lives of these outlaw desperadoes on a relentless ride to an infamous end-in a torrent of blood and bullets-emerges as an essential and compelling narrative of these undying icons of American crime lore.
On the Run With Bonnie & Clyde includes a controversial critical perspective of the unlawful ambush murder of Bonnie Parker, who was never officially accused of a violent crime. Heavily illustrated with rare photos from the author's collection.
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With a tight grip on the steering wheel, the pretty girl in red slowed the four-door Ford V-8 to a stop before the small Louisiana bank. Behind the rimless sunglasses her bright eyes turned to the man alongside as he leaned to kiss her. He buttoned his jacket to hide the butt of the pistol, tucked an empty canvas deposit bag against his left side, and got out of the car.
Keeping the clutch pressed to the floor, Bonnie Parker jerked the shifter into neutral, waiting, the engine idling as she watched Clyde Barrow walk casually into the bank.
Looking dapper as a door-to-door salesman, his tan suit pressed and white shirt starched, his silk tie knotted precisely and shoes shined to a glossy finish, Clyde walked directly to the teller window. Adjusting his brown felt hat, he glanced around the practically empty bank, then presented a ten-dollar bill to the young man behind the bars. Clyde said, "I need change, please.”
Smiling and reaching for the bill, the teller said, "Good morning-” but fell silent as he looked at the muzzle of the half-hidden .38 pistol aimed at his stomach. He froze, his eyes locked on the gun.
"This is a stickup,” Clyde said calmly. "Don't raise your hands or do any talkin'. Put the paper money in this bag and nobody's gonna get hurt.”
Stunned and shaking, the teller stuffed currency from the cash drawer into the canvas bag. He pushed the bag across the counter to Clyde, who said, "Stand right there and keep your mouth shut till you don't see me no more. You open your trap, I gotta come back and shoot your ass full of holes.” Concealing the gun against the bag, Clyde turned and casually walked out of the bank.
Her foot floored on the clutch, Bonnie shifted into low gear as
Clyde came briskly across the sidewalk. He climbed into the car, tucking the revolver into the waist of his trousers as Bonnie let out the clutch, the car pulling quickly from the curb. Shifting fast into second,
she steered sharply around a corner, then jammed down on the gas.
Clyde tipped back, the momentum pulling him into the seat as the
Ford jumped ahead. "Take it easy,” he said, reaching for the shotgun at the foot of the seat. He placed the weapon between the edge of the seat and the door, and sat back as Bonnie wheeled into an alley behind a grocery store. Another two blocks, then slower, angling north onto a narrow dirt road sloping into a creek of black, dirty water.
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