Lightning Struck Twice by D Ray Van
- Jul 1
- 2 min read
The tranquil setting quickly turned stormy for two women enjoying a peaceful picnic on a secluded bluff overlooking the river. Their happy mood, celebrating each woman’s pregnancy news, was soon shattered by an argument that escalated into a violent outburst. In a fit of anger, one woman grabbed a jagged rock and bashed the other’s skull. The victim died before her knees touched the ground.
The two women were so similar in appearance that many mistook them for sisters, even twins. So, the killer hatched a plan to swap clothes and identities with her victim before leaving town undetected. She disrobed and put on the victim’s clothes. But just as she was about to dress the victim in her own clothes, she heard a strange noise and, fearing she had been discovered, hastily bundled up all her clothing and left the corpse lying naked in the woods with no means of identification. That evening, she caught the first train out of town, thinking she had gotten away with murder.
Events took a turn when both women were reported missing on the same night. To the small-town sheriff, it was merely a coincidence, and he failed to connect the two. Then, a farmer stumbled upon a woman’s body in the woods matching one of the missing women’s descriptions, and the railroad agent reported another woman fitting the same description boarded a train that same evening.
TG Lambert, hired to find a woman who matched the description of one or both missing persons, did not believe in coincidences. He was convinced these events were connected, but what was his proof? He had more questions than answers.Could two women who resembled each other so closely vanish from a small western town on the same day without any connection between them? He doubted it but wondered if lightning had ever struck the same place twice. And if they were related, which one was he actually searching for? More importantly, if related, who was the murderer, and who was the victim?
Follow TG Lambert on his journey of twists, turns, and setbacks as he tracks down the murderer, determines the victim’s identity, and fits together all the puzzle pieces of this mystery.
Excerpt:
Friday, August 5, 1892
Prescott Woods, Wyandotte, Oklahoma Territory
The argument had spiraled out of control, and all sense of reason had high-tailed it out of town. In one swift and horrifying act, the woman’s fingers gripped a nearby rock and struck the other woman from behind. The sound of stone against skull was a sickening thud, and the victim crumpled to the ground, dead.
The murderess stood for several moments, trembling. She was waist-deep in guilt and regret, awash with fear.
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