“I and I alone know how it happened,” said Josh, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “You? You know how that unfortunate story happened?” “You bet I know! Here, from this boulder that I sit on now, I fired that fateful shot.” MurderStoryUnfortunateHappeningShotHareOld SurehandFatefulBoulder Book:Old Surehand Source: Old Surehand