James Heater was a bad man? Letterbox Hybrid

It is really unknown if James Heater was a bad man since no one ever survived what happened here in 1965. Or so that is what has been written, one man (Ed Watson) however had told a story that pulls a different yarn as he claims to have known one of the farm hands that was never found. Below is the closest thing to his account as well will every get as Ed Watson is nowhere to be found.

Because the island was isolated for much of the year the habitans very rarely came ashore for supplies at Point of Rocks, usually Rick and Donnie would be the ones to come ashore as James and his wife rarely left the island. Some people even wondered what they looked like. They had a boat they would fill to the brim with fuel, seed and other supplies that when you saw the boat float down the river it looked like it would sink it was loaded so. I should point out however that there was once a ford that went to the Virginia shore but I assume that has not been kept up so you can no longer drive on the island. It was an amazing this seeing a car drive across the ford, seen their old Pontiac do it once when I was fishing. Oh, sorry I trailed off didn't I?

Well as I was saying, Rick and Donnie would come ashored and one day I got to to talking to Rick, he told me James would beat his wife, she would always try to cover her face but you could tell the way she would walk around trying to hide her scars and bruises. When Rick started talking about it just started to boil, he said no man should ever treat a woman that way, expecially such a special woman like her. Rick then told Donnie to relax and go get some sodas so he would stop causing a scene. When Donnie walked off Rick had told me Donnie had been in love with her, always saying what a beautiful woman she was, how nice she was, he worries that Donnie had fallen prey to a married woman and should have no part in it. Donnie came back with the sodas, I rung their supplies up and we loaded up the boat and when they were about to set off when Donnie said if I ever see him lay a hand on her I give him what he deserves.

Some time had passed and as the harvest was coming to I went out on my boat to go fishing down near the ford as there is a nice shady hole there fish love to gather. I port my boat and set up on the shore with my son Ed Jr. and get to fishing. No more than we set up but Donnie comes out of the woodline from the field and starts asking us questions about fishing so we give him an extra rod and let him have a go at it. About 1 hour later we heard a scream and Donnie ran right up that driveway like a bat out of hell. Ed Jr. and I take our time, as it ain't our business but things got too quiet, way too quiet. We started to walk up the driveway (NNE) and as we passed some old equipment we got to the house, it was a pretty one too, can't imagine it looks nice being abandoned for so many years now.

As we got closer we got in front of the house and while the door was open we dared not go in. We heard a thumping noise from the barn so we went in through the open door, we looked around but saw nothing but a bloody ax leaning against a very blood soaked table, Ed Jr. pointed at the trail of blood leading out the back of the barn, to the left and then back up the side of the barn towards the front where it seems old Jame's foot was sticking out. I grabbed Ed Jr and told him this is better left for someone else. We decided to leave our fishing gear for another day so we walked towards our boat at the NW end of the island where our boat is at and come back another day. As we alked across the field we saw Rick laying on the ground covered in blood, he said "It was a mistake, it was.........." He was gone after that but the last thing we needed to do was run into Donnie so I picked up Ed Jr and ran as fast as I could back to the boat and left that god forsaken island.