Bloodhound

A great sign greeted roadsters who entered Blanchard, Oklahoma that read This is the home of Oscar Morgan. His notoriety arose from single-handedly capturing a serial killer. Not even the reversed times of the Depression could hold down this accomplishment. He was celebrated nationwide in the newspapers, over the radio waves, and in the matinee news reels. But whether anonymous or notable, Oscar remained a simple man. Blanchard was hardly a large town, but it still had almost too much bustle and goings on for Oscar. He was nothing more than a country gentleman with red-eye gravy running in his veins. Oscar carried himself as a man who could remain decent when surrounded by evil and become righteous although steeped within the dread of his own misdeeds.