Sometimes, a story grows out of a nightmare.

Other times, it starts with something quiet.

This one started on a dairy farm in Ripley, Oklahoma.

I loved my grandfathers. Mom’s dad encouraged my love of Westerns, teaching me to make a lasso and giving me a stack of ancient Old West magazines. Dad’s dad ran a farm and that was some kind of paradise for a young boy growing up in a small city.

Years after they were both gone, truths came out about both of these men. Devastating truths...