Atticus, stray dog- And there it was, a stray mad dog that Scout and Jem had told me about. It was unusual for the time of year but it indeed was there. Heck came with a gun being the only way to get rid of old Tim Johnson. He was a good distance off though and i, knowing Heck the way i do, know that he's no good of a shot. But i never expected him to ask me to take the shot, i didn't want to. I don't like the power a gun gives you, it leaves the animal with no fighting chance. But Heck knew that I was the best shot in town. I had kept it a secret from scout and Jem up to this point, but there was no way around it now.
Tom before death- The Jury had come to the conclusion I had known that they would. Atticus did everything in his power to lead them in the right direction but its hard to lead a blind man with your actions. He was going to try for an appeal that I thought would never come. While being transported to the prison the deputy turned his back and I ran for it, I ran like a mad man. This was my only chance, either I would make it here or never see the good light of day again.
Deputy when Tom was shot- I had him shackled up, any smart man would stay put so I felt okay turning my back to him. But he took off, I yelled for him to stop but he was running too fast. I told one of the others to shoot to injure but he missed and hit him in the back. That was the lat of 'im.