Namely, Randy Weaver’s. IIRC (my book is at home in Dallas), but to clarify the entrapment that led up to this whole fiasco:
Randy had gone to an Aryan Nation rally with a friend to check them out. By his own words, he wasn’t impressed with their message, and wanted nothing to do with them. He was later asked by this same friend to go to another, to meet someone (later turned out to be a paid informant for the BATF), and reluctantly relented. He met this “friend of a friend”, and went home.
This paid informant later contacted him, to get a shotgun barrel sawed off, and Randy agreed, as he did odd-jobs (including some gunsmithing) to support his family. Randy claims he did not reduce the barrel to less than 18 inches, as he was aware of BATF attempts to entrap anyone related to the Aryan Nation on weapons charges.
That he gave the weapon over to a man who later was found to be a paid informant, on his way to collect his 10 pices of silver, lends some circumstantial credibility to Randy’s claim.
Anyway, some time later (I don’t recall exactly), he and his wife were on their way into town to make a grocery run when they were stopped by an apparently broken-down pickup truck on a narrow bridge. The hood was up, and one or two people were apparently working on it. In reality, the back camper was crammed with ATF agents with an arrest warrant for illegally modifying the shotgun. When the Weaver’s stopped to render assistance, the ATF agents swarmed them and took them into custody. Vicki was released almost immediately, but Randy was held for a few days, until his trial was set, and was released. Whether on bail or own recognizance, I don’t recall.
Sometime before his trial, his trial date was moved up. The clerk handling such notifications claimed to have sent a letter notifying Randy of the new trial date; Randy claims to have never received such a letter. The fact that there was no copy of that letter in Randy’s court records lends some circumstantial credibility to his claim.
After his failure to appear, the US Marshall Service was notified to apprehend and return Randy to custody. Somebody, maybe an ATF agent or the informant, told the Marshalls that Weaver was heavily armed and laid up in an “armored bunker”. Given that Randy is a white seperatist, in an area rife with often violent white supremacists, it is not an unreasonable assumption on the part of the Marshalls that they should be heavily armed and [body] armored.
During the approach to Caribou Ridge (Ruby Ridge is actually several miles away), the Marshalls were scented by Sammy Weaver’s dog, which began barking. Whether the decision to take out any guard animals was pre-determined or spontaneous is not clear, but the dog was shot and killed.
Sammy responded by opening fire; why exactly will remain a mystery, but as noted above, it’s not hard to imagine why. Sammy’s shots struck and killed Dep. Marshall William Degan. The Marshalls returned fire, killing Sammy and wounding Kevin Harris in the arm. The Marshalls retreated with Degan, and Harris fled to the cabin, where he and Randy went and retrieved Sammy’s body, to be stored in a shed a few dozen yards from their cabin.
Them the FBI showed up, and began the siege, and the rest you already know.