Branson, Mary Kinney and Jack Branson Murder in Mayberry: Greed, Death, and Mayhem in a Small Town (2008) *****
Well-penned account replete with local color
[Although the details in a true crime book are known, I want the potential reader of this review to BEWARE of possible SPOILERS!:]
The perp here is Russell Winstead, age about 40, height six foot one, weight probably about 180 pounds. He has all the makings of a classical sociopath, but as yet nobody knows it because he hasn’t really stepped over the line. He’s charming to women. He has an indulgent father in Earl Winstead, and an even more accommodating rich aunt named Ann Branson. Why he needs to be indulged is because of his gambling addiction. He tried NASCAR racing. He liked the rush but he didn’t have the talent. Then he discovered blackjack and saw himself as a professional gambler. He loved playing the role of the high roller, getting comp’ed, having a casino limo pick him up, flashing Bengies all over the place, impressing cocktail waitress, etc. Only problem was Russell Winstead was a loser.
So one night, the night of January 12, 2003 to be exact, he goes once more to the well that is 86-year-old Ann Branson for another “loan.” He’s already in debt to her for maybe $70,000 and apparently she refuses. In a rage, he chases her down the basement stairs and crushes her skull with a blunt instrument and then goes on to stab her some seventy or so times.
Enter Mary Kinney Branson, wife of Ann Branson’s other nephew Jack Branson, then a US Treasure Special Agent, now retired. He’s about the same height as Russell, but there the similarities end. Where Russell is reckless and uncaring about other people, Jack is careful and very caring. Where Russell fails and needs propping up, Jack succeeds. Where Russell is vain about his looks and worries about a growing bald spot, Jack is modest and his hairline is not receding. So in a sense this is a story about the contrasting lives of these two men.
Mary Branson tells the story from some distance because she is not a blood relative, and as she says, in Madisonville, Kentucky, “blood matters.” (Note that, as in “The Andy Griffith Show” and “Mayberry RFD” there is no actual Mayberry. The “Mayberry” in the title is a state of mind. Call it the mind and the lifestyle of a small town in America.)
What sets this true crime story apart from many others I have read is the fact that Mary, through her husband Jack and his connections, and through her being a member of the family and the community, is in an enviable (if that’s the right word) position for getting the true milieu of the story. Furthermore, since she is a veteran writer of children’s stories, you can be sure that her prose is clear, readable, and without any four-letter words. What I found most fascinating and what kept me turning the pages were the many lifestyle details that Mary Branson gives of the people involved and the portrait she paints of the small town life and its values—not to mention how she also reveals herself, sometimes inadvertently. I’ll just mention the nearly constant eating out at fast food establishments!
Here’s an example of Mary Branson at her most vivid: The trial has begun and she’s watching. She writes, “Once, I’d walked into our family room to find our three-year-old grandson, Taylor, holding his eyelids open as he watched a cartoon on television. I asked what he was doing and he said, ‘I’m keeping my eyes from blinking. This is my favorite part of the cartoon, and I don’t want to miss even one second.’”
Mary explains, “That’s how I felt as David [the prosecutor:] presented the prosecution’s case. After being information starved for so many years, I was scooping up every crumb that came my way.” (p. 256)
Like her husband Jack, Mary looks before she leaps and she doesn’t make rash statements. Consider the case of Ann Branson’s housekeeper, Judy, as an example of the care that Mary has taken in weaving this story.
Judy believed that one of two persons other than Russell committed the crime. She insisted on that from the beginning, even going so far as to make some very questionable testimony at the trial, seemingly in an effort to protect Russell. Was she too, like some other women in the story, charmed by Russell? Mary Branson does not say. What she does instead is report the questionable testimony, and note that through it all Judy remained friends with Russell’s father, Earl, who incidentally (or not so incidentally) was the executor of Ann Branson’s estate.
Here’s another example: on page 272 Mary Branson notes that local cop Captain Randy Hargis was initially in charge of the investigation, and had been a “longtime friend of Russell. The two had played softball together and ridden four-wheelers.” Then she adds:
“Hargis testified that his primary reason for inviting Ben Wolcott to join the investigation was to give the Madisonville Police Department access to the Kentucky State Police crime lab and other resources.”
Mary Branson is not saying directly that Hargis wouldn’t or couldn’t be objective in handling the case (or that he’s lying). She is merely pointing out softly the potential conflict of interest.
Here’s some local color near the end: “Thirty miles away in Madisonville, the verdict was announced on the radio a little before 11:30 a.m. Someone who’d just heard the verdict stepped inside a local bank and called out: “’Guilty!’ Everyone knew immediately what he meant. Customers and employees applauded.”
--a review by Dennis Littrell