Gun Control: The theory that a woman found dead in an alley, raped and
strangled with her panty hose, is somehow morally superior to a
woman explaining to police how her attacker got that fatal bullet wound.

1)Someone – Roberts thinks a man in a black leather jacket – choked her
with the pantyhose that had been hanging from the banister. She lost her
prescription glasses. She was dragged toward the stairwell and blacked
out.
2)She ran to her bedroom, dived between the bed and her dresser, and
reached for the gun safe under the bed. She fumbled with the
combination. (Self Defense weapons locked up suck!)
3). She grabbed a 9 mm
Beretta semiautomatic handgun and twisted back to fire. Nothing.
The safety was on.
She groped with both hands; something clicked. Roberts turned and squeezed
the trigger. “I fired,” she said. “I saw the flash. It was a very loud
noise.”
4) She tried to shoot the Beretta, which was in her right hand. Nothing.
She had emptied the 11-shot cartridge in the bedroom. (low volume mags
Suck!)
5)She fired the revolver in her left hand. It blazed and kicked. A pool of
blood formed. She saw no movement.
6)She found out at 3 a.m. that she had shot Dustin Wehde. He was declared
dead of multiple gunshot wounds.

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Early woman questions motive of attack
By ART CULLEN
Register Staff Writer
12/21/2001
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Early, Ia. – Dustin Wehde rang Michael and
Tracey Roberts’ doorbell the afternoon of Dec. 13.

The 20-year-old Early man, who had struck up a friendship with Michael

Roberts, was looking for odd jobs. Tracey Roberts told him to come back
the next day, when her husband would be home from a business trip to
Minneapolis.

An hour later, Roberts was getting her 1-year-old daughter, Mason, ready
for a bath.

Roberts laid towels over the banister, along with some pantyhose. Her
son, Bert Pitman, 11, was watching a video with his brother, Noah, 3, in
Bert’s upstairs bedroom.

Roberts heard Maxine, their Rottweiler, barking outside. She yelled out
a window for Maxine to hush. Then she heard a noise downstairs.

She thought it must be her husband and Ray Friedman, who had gone to
Minneapolis with him. They were due back that night.

Roberts looked down the dark stairwell and saw the tops of two heads.
One had dark wavy hair like Ray’s. The men started up the stairs.
Roberts got a look, framed by the towels, at the first man’s face.

It wasn’t Ray.

“We made eye contact,” Roberts said. “It wasn’t a good look.”

Roberts retreated with Mason and shoved her daughter in with Bert and
Noah. Then somebody tugged hard at Roberts’ hair and jolted her back.
She told Bert to lock the door.

Someone – Roberts thinks a man in a black leather jacket – choked her
with the pantyhose that had been hanging from the banister. She lost her
prescription glasses. She was dragged toward the stairwell and blacked
out.

Bert heard the men talking. He knew Wehde’s voice. He had gone
paintball-shooting with
Michael Roberts and Wehde. Tracey Roberts, unconscious, hadn’t
identified Wehde as one of the intruders.

Bert later told his mother that Wehde called the other man “Boss” or
“Ross.”

Roberts awakened to the sound of Bert, armed with a baseball bat,
screaming obscenities at one of the men. Bert later told her Wehde had
said, “Shut up or you’re next.”

Roberts struggled to her feet. She was yanked back by her hair and
grabbed under the armpits. The attacker was wearing a black leather
jacket. Wehde was wearing a suede coat.

Roberts used all her might and weight to back up the man holding her and
slam him into the wall.

“I’m not a tiny, dainty thing,” Roberts said.

She ran to her bedroom, dived between the bed and her dresser, and
reached for the gun safe under the bed. She fumbled with the
combination.

A man was on her back, tugging at her hair.

“It was Dustin who was pulling on me,” she said. “That kid was not
coming in my house to save me.”

It was too tight a fit for him to get his arms around her. The man
yanked on her feet.
Roberts held onto the safe door, and it sprang open. She grabbed a 9 mm
Beretta semiautomatic handgun and twisted back to fire. Nothing.

The safety was on.

She groped with both hands; something clicked.

Roberts turned and squeezed the trigger.

“I fired,” she said. “I saw the flash. It was a very loud noise.”

She closed her eyes and fired between her and the bed.

She heard breathing. She heard someone run out and down the stairs. She
heard her children scream. She climbed over something to get out.
“I was scared to death,” Roberts said. “I needed to get to my kids.”

She went back toward Bert’s bedroom, carrying the Beretta and a six-shot
revolver from the gun safe. Bert almost hit her with the baseball bat in
the dark hallway.

Roberts saw movement in the shadows near her bedroom and told Bert to
stay with the other two children.

She yelled to the figure, “Don’t move. Don’t get up.” The figure tried
to get up.

She tried to shoot the Beretta, which was in her right hand. Nothing.
She had emptied the 11-shot cartridge in the bedroom.

She fired the revolver in her left hand. It blazed and kicked. A pool of
blood formed. She saw no movement.

Roberts approached the bedroom and heard labored breathing. She closed
the bedroom door. Mason picked up Roberts’ glasses.

They made their way downstairs, where Bert dialed 911.

Roberts was taken away in an ambulance. Bert rode with her. The other
children were taken to the hospital, too.

At the hospital in Sac City, she looked in the bathroom mirror. Her
throat was swollen and red. She couldn’t swallow.

She found out at 3 a.m. that she had shot Dustin Wehde. He was declared
dead of multiple gunshot wounds.

“A lot of things don’t make sense,” Roberts said Sunday. “Why were they
there? They never asked for money or jewelry. Why me, and why my
family?”

Sac County Sheriff Roger Owens has said he can’t see a motive.
Authorities are looking for the second man, and Michael Roberts has
offered a $10,000 reward for information leading to arrest and
conviction.

Tracey Roberts worries about the family of the man she killed.

“I want the Wehdes to know that we care about them, that our heart goes
out to them,” she said.

The Roberts want to get away for a while. They planned to leave this
week for Australia, where Michael Roberts is from.

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