"No, sir," Ernst said.
"Do you understand you are trespassing on private property?"
"What are you guys doing back here?" Streeter asked. He had seen Ernst talking on the radio.
"Just fooling around."
"Where's the other guy?"
"He's out by the gate."
It was almost 11:50 p.m. Believing he had caught a burglar at work, Streeter demanded the ignition key to Ernst's car. Glancing into the back of the Tempo, he saw one of the .357 Magnums on the floor. He opened the door and picked up the gun, giving Ernst the moment he needed to ready his .22. "Give me your license," Streeter said.
As Ernst went for his wallet, Streeter pointed the Magnum at him. Ernst held up his hands again and repeated, "I'm safe." He handed Streeter the wallet. Streeter put the Magnum under his arm and started going through the wallet. Ernst put his finger on the trigger of the .22. "I had 30 seconds to make the decision to kill or not to kill," he would write.
Streeter told Ernst that he had to turn him in. "Yes, sir," Ernst said. Then he raised his pistol and fired point-blank. "I had four rounds in his chest before he hit the ground," Ernst would write. "He screamed after the first two rounds and jumped and stumbled about four feet." Jesse was running out of the woods when Ted leaned out the car window and shot Streeter twice more, emptying his revolver. When Ted saw Jesse, he screamed, "Finish him off!" Streeter was still alive.