In Duncan, Oklahoma, Chris Lane died pointlessly and terribly, but not alone. As he struggled to take his last breaths on a dry, grassy roadside, three people, strangers to one another and to Lane, battled to save his life.
One was Richard Rhodes, a 37-year-old contractor who was working with his partner, Lindsey Moore, painting a house on the corner where the shooting happened. Just before 3pm last Friday, he heard a popping noise and said to Lindsey, “that sounds like a gunshot” before going outside to investigate. He saw a small black car speeding off and peering over the fence he saw a woman on the phone.
At that point he thought she might have had a tyre blow out and he walked around the corner to offer to help. That is when he saw Lane lying facedown on the grassy verge.
The woman, who Fairfax Media now understands to be Joyce Smith, had seen neither the shooting nor the car, just Lane staggering over the road and falling first to his knees, then slumping forward. She pulled over and, worried he might be on drugs, called 911.
She was still on the phone when Rhodes knelt by Lane and saw blood in his mouth and on his back. Lifting Lane’s shirt, Rhodes saw a small gunshot wound high on the left side of his back. He pieced it all together. “He has been shot,” Rhodes called out to Smith, who relayed the information to police. . .