this happened in a small town called melrose in southern (WAY southern) iowa. my uncle knew both parties. im going to call them guy A and guy B, just cause i dont remember the names.
guy A is in love with some woman. at some time, guy A and woman have little falling out and she starts seeing guy B. one night, woman and guy A have fight in local bar, woman gets pissed, and says "IM GOING OUT TO GUY B'S HOUSE" and leaves. guy A fallows her and makes a big fuss at Bs house. donuts on the lawn and such, guy A gives up and heads home. woman and guy be go to bed and get it on. later, guy B and woman are peacefully sleeping. guy A breaks in and kicks down bedroom door. guy B wakes up, and sits up. as he sits up BANG, he gets a 45 in ther gut (now it gets good) he throws the woman off the bed, leans down and grabs (drummrolllll.......) his evil black rifle, loaded. emptys a full mag (and reloaded i think, i heard 60 holes in his wall) then he calls cops and tells them to make sure he knows its them coming through the door, cause next thing through the door dies (now he has out his 357) guy B is now ok, knicked his colon and some other stuff, but he is fine. guy A was found by police............slumped over his truck "graveyard dead" so
so thats a happy ending right?
editied, i knew that guy A guy B bullshit would **** me up