After the shootout at the Red Crown hideout, the Barrow Gang
headed north, and crossed the border into Iowa.
Upon reaching the village of Dexter they settled in the twenty
acre wooded recreation area called Dexfield Park to lick their
wounds. Exhaustion, panic and painful moans filled the air on that
summer day of July 20, 1933. Buck was delirious and in great pain,
suffering from a vicious head wound and Blanche faced blindness
from the shards of glass that had showered down on her when the
car's windows were shot out.
The scabs from Bonnie's burnt legs had re-opened causing
them to bleed. They had to endure the extreme pain without
the aid of the medication, which was left back at the Red
Crown hideout. After making rough beds on the ground for
Buck and Bonnie, the lesser injured busied themselves washing
up at a nearby stream and applying makeshift bandages to Buck's
head and Bonnie's legs. Clyde's plans for returning his brother
back home to his mother became a priority as he didn't expect
him to survive his horrible injuries.
They had promised her that if either one of them were badly
hurt or dying, that they would be brought back home to her.
On about the third day on July 23rd, the group had gone to buy
some medical supplies & food, leaving the campsite for a few
hours. A local who had been taking a stroll through the park
had found evidence suggesting that that someone had burned some
bloody bandages. He heard the radio reports telling of the
possibility of wounded fugitives being in the area and called
Town Marshal John Love, who then contacted Sheriff C.A. Knee.
Sheriff Knee didn't take any chances, as he knew who he would
be dealing with. He made a call to his dentist friend Hershell
Keller - a National Guardsmen and together they formed a posse.
They swore in a couple of new deputies and located every farmer
or store keeper who owned even a squirrel gun or pistol. Surrounding
the campsite which was vacant for the moment they took up their
positions in the nearby bushes. By late afternoon the two bullet
riddled cars had returned to the campsite. The posse remained in the
bushes surveying their prey. W.D. was busy inspecting the damage
to the vehicles, while Clyde meticulously cleaned their weapons.