Sheriff C.R. Moultrie had seen more than a few bank robberies in his time, but never one quite like what he saw that afternoon at the First Bank of Bracton. The front door creaked in the breeze as it swung by a single hinge, the safe was barren, and the teller lay lifeless on the floor. From head to foot the deceased was the grayish-white shade of campfire coals after a long night under the stars.