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    Gary Alan Walker a/k/a Gary Alan Edwards - Oklahoma Execution - January 13, 2000




    Summary of Offense: Convicted for the May 7, 1984 robbery and murder of Eddie Cash.

    Cash, 63, was on his way to visit relatives when he offered a ride on a hot day to the hitchhiking Walker. During their conversation, Walker learned where Cash lived and repaid the kindness by going to his house that evening and robbing Eddie, strangling him with a vacuum cleaner cord and beating him with a brick. The jury rejected the insanity defense.

    Walker was also convicted and sentenced to death for the murder of Tulsa radio reporter Valerie Shaw-Hartzell, who was killed after being kidnapped and raped on May 24. This conviction was reversed on appeal, and at a second trial, Walker was sentenced to life without parole plus 500 years imprisonment.

    Walker confessed to killing Jayne Hilburn of Vinita, who was strangled and had her car stolen on May 14. Walker confessed to killing Janet Jewell of Beggs, who was raped and murdered on May 23 in Tulsa. Walker confessed to killing Margaret Bell Lydick, who was raped, tortured, and murdered in Poteau, Oklahoma. Walker also stripped and attempted to rape DeRonda Gay Roy, a 24-year-old mother of four, then strangled her with her bra in Rogers County, Oklahoma. Walker was convicted of approximately 35 additional felonies.

    Victim: Eddie Cash

    Time of Death:
    12:21 a.m.

    Execution Method:
    Lethal injection

    Last Meal:
    N/A

    Last Statement:
    "I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I hope when I go the hate you have, and it’s natural for you to hate me, that you would let it go with me."
    "I realize this may sound harsh, but as a father and former lawman, I really don't care if it's by lethal injection, by the electric chair, firing squad, hanging, the guillotine or being fed to the lions."
    - Oklahoma Rep. Mike Christian

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    - Rev. Richard Hawke

    “There are lots of extremely smug and self-satisfied people in what would be deemed lower down in society, who also deserve to be pulled up. In a proper free society, you should be allowed to make jokes about absolutely anything.”
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    THE EXECUTION OF GARY ALAN WALKER

    By Bill Kelly

    The horrific 19-day spree, which claimed five lives in the Oklahoma area during the summer of 1984, began with the murder of Eddie Cash, a resident of Broken Arrow, near Sand Springs, abutting Tulsa. It was Eddie’s misfortune to pick up an emotionally disturbed hitchhiker on May 7th, even inviting him into his home. When Eddie came home and found the hitchhiker ransacking his dwelling, there was a scuffle, and the thief opened Eddie’s skull in three places with a chimney brick. To make sure, the crazed man took an electric cord from a vacuum cleaner, and closed the garrote around his throat. Eddie made a last bleating sound and was silent. When a curious neighbor didn’t see Eddie around anymore, she called the police. Arriving officers found Eddie’s motionless corpse at the scene of blood and chaos. The neighbor said Eddie’s 1976 Dodge van was missing from its usual place in the driveway of his single-story house.

    A systematic alert went out over the airwaves for Eddie’s vehicle. Subsequent police canvass would uncover people in the neighborhood who saw and heard strange things that night, but failed to report them. Investigators immediately telephoned every person listed in Eddie’s personal directory he kept by the phone. But no one contacted by the homicide men had the slightest idea who would want to kill Eddie. That night, shocked residents of Broken Arrow watched the late-night news on television that mentioned the brutal killing of this gentle humanitarian. Alarmists began calling police headquarters in droves. They wanted to know if a warped killer lived among them.

    Meanwhile, Eddie’s killer drove his van to Heavner, keeping to all the back roads to avoid detection. He sold the van to a salvage yard. With a lump of money in his pocket, the killer hit the nearest highway and stuck out his thumb. He was given a ride to Poteau by an incredibly lucky do-gooder. It was a long, lonely ride along Highway 24, twixt Benton and Vienna, and the motorist, unaware that his passenger was a raving lunatic, dropped him off at a roach-trap motel in Poteau. That night, he freshened up and decided to spend a little of the money he got for selling Eddie’s van.

    His first stop was Henry’s Bar, where he made the acquaintance of 36-year-old Margaret Bell. The pixyish young-looking beauty was dressed fetchingly in tight slacks that looked as though they had been put on with a spray gun. At closing time, she offered him a ride home in her Cadillac. Once inside the car he pulled a long-bladed knife and forced her to drive him out of the vicinity. Before leaving the Paducah area, he raped her on the outskirts of Sharp and again in McCracken. At knife point, the terrified girl was forced to drive him to Arkansas, then on to Tennessee, and finally to Kentucky. In the crullest manner, he raped and sodomized her more times than they stopped for gas and snacks with her credit card. Margaret never returned to her job, and she never returned to her pleasant home in the suburb of Poteau, where she lived with her family. Before the sun had come into complete view on the morning of May 8th, the news bulletin filled the airwaves and a frantic search for the enticing brunette was on. The County Sheriff’s Department trucked in bloodhounds to provide a comprehensive ground search.

    In the beginning, police had been inclined to think Margaret had run off with the stranger who picked her up at the bar, but as the search gained momentum and no lead came to fruition, police were sure she had been abducted. There had been vague rumors that Margaret would disappear for days at a time, then suddenly show up giving little or no explanation as to where she was or who she was with. How much of that was true, and how much was utter balderdash, no one had the foggiest. Police didn’t know it then, but the killer kept Margaret’s body in the Cadillac for nearly a week before he hid it in a hay stack. The stench of the rotting corpse was nauseating, but he didn’t seem to mind. On the outskirts of Branson, the Cadillac breathed its last. It hissed and coughed and stopped dead at the side of the road. The killer struck his thumb out and got a ride back to Oklahoma, leaving Margaret’s Cadillac to be found by a cruising Missouri State Trooper.

    At this point, the police had no reason to connect the crimes. There were reports of several attempted abductions by a man in a white Cadillac. A check was made with the National Crime Center in Washington, D.C., with a request for a review of the files for any similar crime or an abduction in which a white Cadillac had been used. They received a negative answer. The next stop on the killer’s zigzag, cross-country sex-and-murder spree was Vinita, just off Route 44, betwixt the towns of Claremore and Miami.

    Little did 35-year-old Jayne Hilburn suspect when she arose on the morning of May 14th, that she was about to become the latest statistic in what detectives would later call an "epidemic of homicide," a statistic following the pattern --- gullible people and trusting women who still believed in the old adage: Kindness, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth. The stranger noticed a "For Sale" sign on Jayne’s handsomely manicured lawn on a peaceful cul-de-sac, and approached her while she was working in her flower-ringed garden. Posing as a potential buyer, he struck up a conversation with her, explaining that he recently was transferred into the area by his company, and her house would be a perfect spot for him to settle. The anxious seller readily agreed to give the stranger a tour of the house.

    Inside the house, the killer’s eight-day nightmare odyssey further unleashed. Jayne became victim number three. He unloaded a savage attack on the unsuspecting woman. He ripped off her clothes and dragged her to the bedroom where the striking red head was beaten and raped repeatedly. He strangled her until her sweetly expressive face turned blue. With his pathetic victim dead on the floor, the killer rummaged through her house taking anything of value he could carry. He loaded the stolen goods into her shiny 1987 black Camero and barreled down Route 44, passing through Claremore and the tiny town of Catoosa on his way to Tulsa.

    All that could genuinely be said at this point was that no one was positive of anything. There was no reason to link the crimes. Everything happened in different parts of the country. Police continued to work on the homicides even as they coped with dissimilar homicides. In each case, they checked out suspects -- men suspected in a specific rape, and general suspects, reasonably balanced men who may have been involved in a burglary or car theft. Investigators labored to match suspects with the crimes at hand in their separate communities, and to produce information on any one of three thousand lawbreakers whose names appeared even remotely as a possible suspect in each separate case. Police were hoping against hope that the right man would be seized for a crime, a tipster would call in, an admission made, that would uncover a body. Each case had a favorite suspect. But none of them panned out.

    The killer’s next victim miraculously survived. She was eighteen and beautiful enough to jump into the world of fashion modeling if she had lived in Hollywood instead of the remote town of Oakhurst, a cowberg of Tulsa. She left her Oakhurst country home on May 15th to go swimming, when a man in a black Camero pulled up to the curb and offered her a ride. She accepted. The bushy-haired driver introduced himself as "Gary Edwards" and asked her if she ever thought about a modeling career. Most girls would jump at an opportunity to venture into the world of modeling, no matter how small a scale, but the Oakhurst girl became nervous. When she asked to be let out of the car, the soft-spoken driver pulled a knife and told her to mind her p’s and q’s if she wanted to live. He drove her to the Keystone ramp, and ordered her to strip naked. When the newsboy delivered the morning papers in Oakhurst, breakfasting readers were not told the victim’s name, only that she had luckily escaped the clutches of a would-be rapist by jumping out of his car and stumbling to the road to summon help. Otherwise, she would have been his fourth victim.

    On May 20, only five days after the girl escaped her would-be rapist on the Keystone ramp, the killer picked up a young boy and a girl hitchhiking in the oil field section of Hominy, a one horse town jointly connected by Route 20 and Interstate 99. He told the boy to consider himself lucky when he put him out in the boondocks far from civilization. He warned the 17-year-old girl to cooperate or he would kill her. The last time the boy saw his girlfriend she was being driven towards Skiatook by an unshaven, bushy-haired man in a black Camero. When the boy reported the incident, the scene in Hominy was like one from a suspense movie. County patrol cars and Oklahoma State Trooper vehicles probed the countryside with its vastly-strewn oil-wells, even as dusk gave way to darkness. Powerful searchlights from whirlybirds above probed the flatlands hoping to spot a black Camero heading toward Skiatook at high speed.

    In Skiatook, the Camero became the object of a desperate search in which manhunters feared time was running out for the abducted Hominy resident. Members of the mammoth modern-day posse were fully aware that the welfare of the abducted teenage girl depended on quick police action. For two days they pressed the massive search, each man filled with gut-fear and dread. Their search began at sunrise and when darkness fell, flashlight beams lit up the wilderness that engulfed Skiatook like hundreds of enormous fireflies.
    FBI officers, as well as officers from nearby towns, knew that every minute counted, that, at the very least, the attractive hostage faced a terrifying ordeal and, in all likelihood, a barbarous death. While this was going on, the hostage was driven to a secluded spot on an Osage County oil property and ordered to take off her brassiere and panties. He raped her repeatedly and forced her to give him oral sex at knife point. When he fell asleep she managed to flee the car and escape under the canopy of darkness. She made it to the highway and flagged down a trucker. The charitable trucker quickly covered the gravely mistreated girl with a blanket and took her to the sheriff’s office in the heart of the city.

    Since the girl had escaped, the killer became well aware that the Camero would be on every "hot sheet" in Oklahoma, and might possibly be traced back to Jayne Hilburn, the strangled Vinita resident. He knew that every lawman in Oklahoma would be clambering to bring him in. So he left the Camero in the oil field and went looking for fresh wheels. The tag on the Camero had been switched previously. He had swiped it from a car parked in Okmulgee County near US 75 and SH 16. Ironically, his next victim would be brutally murdered adjacent US 75 and SH 16. Frustrated and in a nasty mood, the killer was walking down Fourth Street, at the corner of Peoria, on May 23, 1984, the day after the Camero was found, impounded, and examined for fingerprints. He noticed a stranded woman looking under the hood of her Dodge Dart. He offered to help and immediately recognized that the car was out of gas.

    When he returned with a can of gas, they struck up a friendly conversation. Unaware that she was talking to a maniac, the woman explained in a matter-of-fact question-and-answer discussion that her name was Janet Jewell and she lived in Beggs. She was in Tulsa searching for a job. A divorcee, she had three children who were being watched by her boyfriend at his apartment in Tulsa while she went job hunting. Janet was a pretty 32-year-old dish-water blonde who was bubbling over with energy. She was planning to be married in August, and was hoping to find work before then. Once the gas was in the car, the stranger told Janet to "start ‘er up." As she did so, he managed to slide beside her in the driver’s seat. Suddenly, the 30-year-old fugitive pulled a long-bladed knife and kidnapped her in broad daylight in downtown Tulsa. In a later confession, the killer said he drove Janet through Bristow to SH 16. They stopped at a Git-in-Go where he forced her to purchase potato chips and drinks with what little money she had. Leaving there, with Janet at the wheel, they drove over by Slick where he tied her hands with a coax cord and raped her several times.

    They were both asleep when an oil pumper happened by and told them they would have to leave the area because it was private property. The oil pumper later told police they were both naked and passed out. He couldn’t see that her hands were tied behind her back because the man was on top of her. They left Slick and the terrified woman was forced to drive to several rural locations in Creek and Okmulgee county where her passenger was suddenly gripped by a fierce compulsion to have sex with her. His perverse lust satisfied, he tied her hands to the steering wheel and they both fell asleep. At dawn, in a fit of lunacy, he repeatedly raped and sodomized her. Reasoning that her attacker might want to rape her again, Janet pleaded: "I’ll do whatever you want -- only don’t kill me for the sake of my three children. " In the next instance, he killed her calculatedly and in cold blood. He took a piece of the cord and wrapped it around her neck, cutting off her air supply. He drove his fourth victim down the highway and exited at a dirt road that led to a small, trickling Okmulgee County creek 1.8 miles east of Beggs. He tossed her limp body into the creek, then ate the remainder of the potato chips as he watch her body sink into its watery grave. The enigma surrounding the missing Beggs woman’s disappearance thickened as days went by. The rationale was that she had been intercepted on her way home from job hunting. It was obvious that she was a captive of foul play and that her abductor had an excellent head start on his pursuers. Lawmen had to wrestle with the possibility that Janet Jewell was already dead. Which she was.

    With every law enforcement agency in Oklahoma looking for Jewell’s Dodge, her killer, unnerved by the whole business, evaded pursuit by steering clear of police blockades. On May 24th he eased the pilfered Dodge into a parking lot of Tulsa’s Towne West Shopping Center. Ironically, he parked in front of a sign warning potential car thieves that they were being watched. He sat for hours, looking for the right victim to emerge from a grocery store. It may have been one of those supreme ironies of history that cost KRAV radio news reporter Valarie Shaw-Hartzell her life. One of Tulsa’s favorite newscasters, she had already done her shopping for the week, but she had forgotten diapers for her baby. Had she not forgotten to add diapers to her grocery list, she might be alive today. It was just that, an innocent, ill-fated error that cost her life.

    Emerging from the grocery store with diapers in her hand, Valarie was completely unaware that she was being watched by a brutal psychopath. She was alone, and pitifully vulnerable. No sackers accompanied her. So he decided on her as his fifth victim. Valarie saw him as she approached her pickup truck, but she was unconcerned for her safety because he was fumbling with keys to unlock the truck of his car. When she unlocked the door of her pickup and opened it, she felt a knife in her back. He warned her not to make a sound or she would never see her baby again. He forced her into her vehicle and slipped in beside her.

    They drove right by two Tulsa prowl cars parked directly opposite from where she was abducted. The knife-wielding kidnapper chuckled and made a remark about them being the Keystone Cops of the old Max Sennett movies. When Valarie failed to return home with the diapers, police were notified and the hunt was on. Lawmen hoped by showing her face on television that it would lead to a speedy conclusion. They were wrong however.

    The family photograph of Valarie resulted in several phone calls from people who saw her at two different drive-up banks in the company of a gruffly-looking man. It looked as though she was trying to cash a personal check. Later inquires proved she was unsuccessful in her first attempt to withdraw $500. At the second bank she withdrew $500 -- and vanished. The macadam was slick from a downpour of rain, so they stayed overnight on a rural road on the outskirts of Kelleyville, off Route 11, east of Newport. About a hundred feet off the road, there, in the pitch darkness, with torrents of rain beating down on Valarie’s pickup, he raped and sodomized her. The following morning, under a charcoal grey sky, he laid her in the back of the pickup and raped her twice more, while she brokenly begged to be taken home to her children. After an exhausting night, he forced her to write a $650 check on her account. Praying to herself that her abductor would not kill her, Valarie drove him to a Tulsa drive-thru bank in an attempt to cash the check. The first teller refused to cash the check because it was above the drive-thru limit of $500. Undeterred, the kidnapper compelled her to drive to another bank where the $650 check was accepted. Now $650 richer, Valarie’s kidnapper made her drive him to Claremore. They arrived on May 25th.

    Officers who swept over the area quizzing people at Tulsa’s Towne West Shopping Center, learned that there had been several sightings of a man who abandoned his car in the shopping center and left with a woman in a tan pickup. Two witnesses said the woman appeared to be in an emotional state. One witness said they appeared to be headed east, in the direction of Chandlers Mills. The search was concentrated in that country in addition to Newport, with teams of sheriff’s deputies and detectives staked out in various homes of Valarie’s relatives, in case they received a ransom call from her abductor. Nobody had to tell residents of Kelleyville to keep their doors locked and take precautions to protect themselves should the bearded, long-haired suspect try to get into their dwellings. All Kelleyville cowed behind bolted doors. Probably because the victim was a well-known celebrity of sort, law officers and horsebackers regrouped in the morning to search the rock-strewn, plant-thorny territory too rugged for motor vehicles. Resuming their plodding across barren wastelands, under a heat that was almost unbearable, they searched well into darkness for a man who was intent on evading the posse, and his horrified captive.

    In a later confession, the killer said he heard sounds of the intensifying search. He had to act fast to stay one jump ahead of his pursuers. The sun poked through the clouds just in time to spotlight Valerie’s last seconds on earth. He cut strips of a towel into stringy pieces and closed his garrote around her throat. Valarie realized his intent and before the last pull of the thong, she reminded him that she had three children and for God’s sake think of them... But like all unholy serial killers Valerie’s rapist would not allow himself to be preoccupied by stimulated mouthings or maudlin empathy. He tossed his garrote about her skinny neck and choked off a final gurgling plea for mercy. As darkness descended, the fugitive decided to go on a drinking spree. Still driving Valerie’s pickup truck, he frequented bars from Claremore to Tulsa. The more he drank the more he became a time-bomb of lust and smoldering violence set ready to explode in murder.

    Unfortunately for the killer, he drove the pickup to Vinita, the area of Jayne Hilburn’s abduction and murder. He kidnapped a young woman and held her hostage for a couple of days, raping her at will. The kidnapper later said the girl was nice to him, even after he sodomized her and treachedly raped her. So he drove her back to her own neighborhood on May 27, kissed her good-bye, and set her free. After being released by her rapist, the girl telephoned the police and reported the incident. The sleuths realized the gravity of the situation when the description of the rapist’s pickup truck matched the description of the missing radio newscaster’s vehicle. Police had already issued local, state and nationwide bulletins, putting a "stop" on Valerie Shaw-Hartzell’s pickup and its occupants.

    The vehicle was hotter than firecrackers, so he drove down Route 50 through Lost Mountain until he got to Heavner. There, he met a fellow in a bar who was willing to trade him a Western-style .22-caliber handgun for the pickup. He thumbed a ride to Van Buren, Arkansas, where he used the gun to hold up a grocery clerk. But the female clerk panicked and ran out the door screaming. The gunman ran the other way, empty-handed. He went back to his motel where he was registered under the unlikely name of "Dana Boy Ray." Instead of going to his room, he forced two employees into the female’s car and told her to drive. Away from the motel, he made her stop so he could drive. Seizing an opportunity that may have saved their lives, both the male and the female fled as he was sliding behind the wheel.

    He drove the car into a field and abandoned it. He walked across a field to a mobile home. No one was about, so he broke in. Two women came home unexpectedly and caught him burglarizing the place. At gunpoint, he forced them outside and into their car. The younger woman pleaded not to go because she was five-months pregnant. He promised not to harm them if they behaved themselves. They stopped at a restaurant near Claremore because they were all hungry. None of them had any money so he pawned the gun. After a hearty lunch he gave the women some money and dropped them off in Tulsa. They promised to give him a one-hour head start before calling the police. Thankful that he spared their lives, they complied. "He kissed us on the cheek, and said good-bye," the women said.

    Had the carnage stopped? A break in the case came on May 28, when agents of the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation announced at a press conference that fingerprints lifted by expert technicians recovered from Jayne Hilburn’s abandoned Camero belonged to an ex-con named Gary Alan Walker. With further probing, a clearer picture emerged of the individual sought. Prior to setting out on a spree that would compile an album of raped and strangled lovelies, Walker managed to run up a record of convictions over a span of fifteen years. He was imprisoned for housebreaking, carjacking, narcotics abuse and carrying a concealed weapon. He hadn’t spent a full year away from confinement since he was seventeen years old.

    While housed in the Oklahoma state prison system, between 1977 and 1980, Walker was detained at the state hospital at Vinita for the mentally unbalanced on three separate occasions. His life was a tanglement of therapy, stimulants, and electric shock treatments. Imprisoned in 1984 on charges of prison escape and attacking a fellow inmate, he spent the final six months of his prison term at the Federal Medical Facility in Springfield, Missouri. A psychiatric report diagnosed him as being paranoid and schizophrenic. A danger to society. Regardless, he was paroled. This is the man police now suspected of a string of murders and rapes across the state. On May 29th, prison mug shots of Walker were shown to the surviving victims from Oakhurst, Vinita and Skiatook. It was him, they said, and the dragnet was on.

    On May 30th, two young girls were abducted in Van Buren, Arkansas, an area of friendly people where murders were nil and rape a virtual stranger. They were watching television when a madman wielding a knife crashed through the door and forced them outside and into their car. He told the girl at the wheel to find a deserted road, that he intended to have sex with them both. When she stopped the car, they broke loose and flagged down a passing farmer. Walker floorboarded the car and vanished in a cloud of dust. Taken to police headquarters, the girls identified their abductor as Gary Alan Walker from a photo display. The streets were quiet in Van Buren when Walker crashed through the front door of another home threatening to kill the occupants if they didn’t hand over the keys to their car. At police headquarters they identified the car thief as Walker from mug shots. Shortly after that, in Tulsa, investigator’s traced Walker to a run-down mobile home and he was captured as he was drinking beer with two neighborhood men.

    At police headquarters, his great weakness was his braggadocio. He obligingly directed investigators to the bodies of the missing victims. Janet Jewell’s skeletonized corpse was unearthed near Beggs, Valerie Shaw-Hartzell’s decomposing corpse was uncovered near Claremore. Margaret Bell’s disturbingly rotted cadaver was found in an abandoned barn beneath a haystack, near Princeton, Kentucky.

    On November 14, 1984, a jury numb with shock convicted Walker of killing Broken Arrow resident Eddie Cash. The same jury sentenced him to die.

    At 12:20 a.m, Thursday, January 13, 2000, four minutes after receiving an injection of fatal chemicals, Walker died at McAlester Prison. His parting words to his victim’s relatives were: "I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I hope when I go the hate you have, and it’s natural for you to hate me, that you would let it go with me." At the pronouncement of his death, clapping came from the chamber where family members of his victim’s witnessed his demise. With Walker’s death, the curtain came down on the battle between good and evil -- good’s triumphant over evil finally 15 years after the most horrifying murder spree to ever chill the bones of Oklahomans.

    http://www.clarkprosecutor.org/html/.../walker603.htm
    "I realize this may sound harsh, but as a father and former lawman, I really don't care if it's by lethal injection, by the electric chair, firing squad, hanging, the guillotine or being fed to the lions."
    - Oklahoma Rep. Mike Christian

    "There are some people who just do not deserve to live,"
    - Rev. Richard Hawke

    “There are lots of extremely smug and self-satisfied people in what would be deemed lower down in society, who also deserve to be pulled up. In a proper free society, you should be allowed to make jokes about absolutely anything.”
    - Rowan Atkinson

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