Musick was shot four times in the back of the head. The trail leaves the Baptist belt of East Texas and stretches its fingers for 400 miles into the mesquite and dry dust of West Texas, where an 18-year-old named Ramsey Blake Harrell is tried in Midland in February 1994 for the killing of a 48-year-old gay hairstylist named Tommy Musick.
Then he goes on over to the Laundromat on Troup Highway in Tyler to do a load of wash. Impressed by the power of its get-up-and-go, he squeals the tires the way the drag racers do it. Then he is left on that field of red clay facedown, without shoes or pants, his arms by his sides and his legs spread apart like those of a sleeping child, the bottom of his socks red from the clay, and his underwear soiled by a fear that none of us can ever know.Īfter the murder, one of the killers rides around in the red Mazda truck that West had driven to the park that night. Eight shots at that point, but Nicholas West is still alive, his breath reduced to a tiny gurgle, until the final shot is fired into the back of his head. There are at least nine bullets, the first in the abdomen, then several through the arms and hands, then at least four up the back in a pattern as neatly spaced as the buttons on a shirt. Then the shooting begins-so many entrance and exit wounds that by the time of the autopsy West’s body looks like a stickpin doll. When he falls to the ground, utterly alone and helpless in that marrow of darkness, blood oozing out of his eye, his three abductors gather around him with their arsenal of loaded weapons. He is punched, and kicked, and slapped across the face with a. He is taken to a hilly, isolated area of red clay nicknamed the Pits, a place where pleas for mercy evaporate under the cold shine of the stars. On a frigid night in East Texas in 1993, just a few weeks before Christmas, a 23-year-old gay man named Nicholas West is abducted from Bergfeld Park in Tyler. Then there was an explosion and a huge flash of light beneath the swollen moon.
All the while Callaway heard energized chants of “sissies” and “queers” and “faggots” and “gooks” going round and round in the night air.
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Then they robbed Callaway and Nguyen, and two of the assailants started pistol-whipping them while the other took ravenous bites of the McDonald’s burger and fries still lying on the picnic table in the light of the full moon. They suddenly surrounded him and his friend. Before they finished, Callaway, with his coiled eyes and tightly wound body, noticed the men. They stopped at McDonald’s to buy some food and then found a picnic table, where they began to eat. And Callaway, despite his reservations, did not protest. Still in the closet, he savored those moments when he could step out. Maybe what propelled them was simply the impulse to be outdoors on a beautiful night. Perhaps the glow of dancing was still with them after the Wave, over on Maple, closed. Perhaps they didn’t want the night to end. But 35-year-old Hugh Callaway and the man he called his partner, Thanh Nguyen, 29, went to the park anyway that October night in 1991.