Author, Thank God I had a Gun
Dear Mr. Bird,

The protagonists are Shiela and Gayle Muhs, a good, god-fearing, NRA-American couple whose love for the Second Amendment is matched only by their longing for the return of the Confederacy.
They live a simple life in a simple house on the edge of a simple lake in Texas. They love their property. It is sacred land to them. To them it symbolizes one of the last remnants of their beloved Confederacy, or so the Stars and Bars they fly above it would suggest.
The Muhses do not tolerate even the slightest intrusion, and warn potential intruders with a sign upon which is written: "Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be re-shot. Smile, I will."
Finally, after years of waiting to exercise their Second Amendment rights to the fullest extent possible, the Muhses got their chance. A family stopped to take a pee on the edge of their property. Sheila shot first, and then passed the shotgun to her husband, who fired again. Later, Sheila would tell the 911 operator, “They’re out here tearing up the levee, so I shot them.”
It's unclear which of shots killed seven-year-old Donny Coffey and which one wounded his five-year-old sister, Destiny, father Don Sr, and family friend Patrick. It's not even clear whether the family was shot on the Muhses' property. The only certainty is that at least one of the Muhses killed a child and shot three other people for driving on a levee.
The question of location is important here. If the family was on the Muhses property, Texas law gives the couple a legal right to shoot them. If not, Sheila and Gayle can be tried for murder.
In Florida, the Muhses would be in better shape. That state's "Make My Day Law," which was passed a few years ago, allows people to shoot anyone anywhere, regardless of who owns the property, if they "feel threatened."
That's why I'm hoping you will tell the Muhses story in your next book or article. They are the perfect poster couple for the NRA's "Make My Day Law" campaigns--just a pair of legal gun owners who killed a kid in the wrong location.
Heterosexually yours,
Gen. JC Christian, patriot