GRAND FORKS — Edmond Latrace had been lulled to sleep by the clicky clack of the train. He was heading home from the Bemidji, Minnesota, lumber camps, catching a free ride in a freight car bound for North Dakota with a few other men.

A gunshot jolted him awake.

"Shoot him again," someone said. "That is not all the money you have."

Latrace looked over and saw the Bassanella brothers — Jacob and Joseph — both strangers to him. They were standing over another passenger, a farmer named Axel Anderson, prostrate on the floor.

Joseph rifled through Anderson’s pocket, then leapt from the moving train with his brother.

Latrace rushed to the fallen man. He was bleeding from the leg, his face pale, his pants soaked in blood. A bullet had severed an artery.

Anderson never spoke another word. He

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