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After reading the account of the "Shootout at Darcy's" [in The Acton Rooster], I began to wonder if the
article and the narrator had really experienced the same incident in the same cafe
that my husband owned from 1968 to 1974, because the facts presented were so
divergent from the actual chain of events that occurred that infamous evening on
December 2nd. I thought I was reading about another time and certainly about
another place. And although I never wanted to dredge forth this incident again
because it was so terribly painful to the victims and participants, I guess it has been
forced to the forefront anyway by Tom Driscoll.
Therefore, I will attempt to
present another, more accurate viewpoint of what actually happened on that
fateful evening. My facts will be presented directly from the documented
statements taken by the court reporter after the event and by our insurance agent
who carefully prepared interviews from actual witnesses within a week after the
event There were over 60 interviews involved.
Excluding several name misspellings, I will begin by saying that the Dec. 2nd event
happened on a Saturday night, not on a "Sunday in the peaceful, little town of
Acton." The referred to "outlaw motor cyclists" were members of the Vago Motor
Cycle Club, and perhaps not established "outlaws" as indicated. They did not "throw
pool balls around the room," although I admit it makes for a much more colorful
story. If they had, my husband, Curt Darcy, would have ordered them to cease and
desist. They did accidentally break a small bathroom mirror, but that inadvertent
action did not warrant removal by the sheriffs.
Mr. Driscoll was in the cafe much
longer than the time it took to prepare a few hamburgers to go, and when it was
later discovered that be was carrying an antique gun on his person, owner Darcy
asked him to remove it to the locked section of his truck glove compartment and
not bring it back into the cafe. Driscoll complied and returned to converse with
patrons of the cafe until about 3 p.m.
Driscoll returned about 8:30 p.m., sat down at the bar, ordered his usual Coors beer,
and began to converse with patrons on either side of him. During this time, several
bikers came up to him and chatted.
At 9 p.m., I proceeded to close and clean my restaurant grill and heard loud
conversation behind me. At this time, my husband and two waitresses were serving
customers within the building.
I turned to look and saw Don Reppen being hit on
the back of the head with a glass beer pitcher by a biker. Reppen did not drop to the
floor but started to fist fight with two of the nearby bikers.
Within a few seconds, I
heard Driscoll yell, "Hey, what do you think you are doing?" He then appeared to
reach beneath his belt, and a shot was fired from his direction. He later told the
sheriff that his gun had been taken from him by "gang members."
simultaneously, my husband ran for the phone behind the bar near the cash register
and freezer, and one of my waitresses ran out the back door to call for help at the
nearby grocery store. After that first shot, "all hell" literally broke loose and several
My husband next heard the whizzing sound of a flying bullet directly by his left ear
when he attempted to phone for help. I yelled at him to get down, because so many
bullets were being fired, I feared he would be hit.
During this time I ran to the
center of the melee and assisted my patrons out the back door while Liz Dishon
assisted the wounded with towels and later blankets taken from our home directly
in front of the cafe.
As I was literally pushing the spellbound and fear-struck
patrons out of the building, I saw Chuck Sherrick hit in the hand with a bullet that
had ricocheted from an overhead beam, and I saw Mr. Reppen slump to the floor
after being hit several times by assailants Gibson and Musgrove.
We learned later
that Driscoll was shot by his own gun, which had been wrestled from him during
the beginning of the melee.
Several guns and knives did appear after the fracas began, but they were not visible
before the incident. The sheriffs later told us that female companions of the bikers
usually carried their boyfriends' weapons because they could not be searched by
In the exiting flurry, I asked Dana Sherrick to use our front pay phone to call for
help because my waitress, Lee, had not returned, and the rest of us were detained at
gunpoint from using the phone or leaving the building.
It was later learned that Dana had been ordered at gunpoint to stop his call, and the
pay phone was yanked from the wall by a biker.
My son, Darrell, had also seen the
fighting from a distance outside [and] had run inside our home and called for help. This
was duly noted and recorded by the Palmdale Sheriff's office, but it still took them
almost 45 minutes to respond.
After the patrons and bikers left, only Gibson, Musgrove, my husband and I
remained standing. Liz Dishon was still on the floor near Reppen, applying
pressure to Reppen's bleeding wounds.
The gunmen ordered me to move up to the
front door next to my husband, who was being held at gunpoint by Gibson with the
gun pointed directly at his temple. At the same time, my eyes were fixed on the
barrel of Musgrove's gun, and I was thinking inwardly that this was it the end of
the line for both of us.
The two remaining gunmen were actually in a state of
panic as their fellow Vago members had left them alone without transportation.
Just about then, two headlights appeared outside as the unsuspecting Ron Wiley, a
part-time drummer friend of ours, approached the parking lot in his car.
Gibson twitched and told Musgrove to "watch 'em" (meaning Curt and I) and left
to stop the approaching car.
Minutes later, we heard the car horn, and Musgrove
tensed and raised his gun to the direction of Darcy's temple. I truly believed we
were finished and figured one last statement wouldn't make it any worse, so I
looked directly at Musgrove and said, "We haven't hurt you why do you want to kill
As if by a miracle from above, Musgrove lowered his gun and walked out the
glass doors to join Gibson and Wiley in the car. Thank you, Lord! However, not so
lucky was Ron Wiley, who not only had been kidnapped at gunpoint, [but also] later
robbed and so badly knifed that it required 86 stitches to close the X-shaped
wounds. He was left almost naked on [a] freezing night on an abandoned road
near Acton, it was later reported by Wiley.
I know that my rendition of this incident will probably be disputed as Driscoll's
was, but one must take into consideration that violence exists in the eye of the
beholder (or victim, as it applies in this case), and what happened at one end of the
building does not always correlate to witness' testimony at the opposite end of the
I am grateful that no one was killed; that more people were not injured;
and that we had the wonderful Acton people helping us through this terrible event.
My undying thanks shall always go to Liz Dishon, Don Reppen, Lee Wise, Wanda
and Bill Jameson, Fred Tortell, my husband Curt, Ron Wiley and my son Darrell,
because I believe they were the real heroes in the heinous episode.
And also, to set the record straight, I had asked Leo Reilly to call the sheriff
immediately when the bikers arrived earlier in the day in such a large group (38 or
more). He did so, and when the sheriff's cars (2) arrived some 20 minutes later,
there was no incident I could name that would have warranted making a complaint
charge stick. And the sheriff (one car) did remain in the parking lot for over 40
minutes until the group left. However, the second distress call was a different
Another forgotten aspect of this episode is the victims' lingering fear and
recovery problems that followed, and there were many. No one realizes the horror
that can follow until they've lived through such an event.
And what about the gunmen attackers? They stood trial, were convicted, served
their minimum sentences of three years, nine months, and actually had the gall to
return to the "scene of their crime" when they were released; but this was after we
had left Acton. So I was not there to witness it.
What happened to justice in this
case? The perpetrators went free, and the victims remained prisoners to their pain,
monetary, job and business losses, and the unforgettable memory of having
survived a terrible night in Acton.
It surely makes one wonder what justice is, [and] why
it can inadvertently serve the criminal and not the victim.
Jo Anne Darcy
Story courtesy of the Acton Historical Society (2013)