Mr. Belin. Do you remember about where your car was at the time you heard the first noise?
Mr. Couch. I would say—uh—15 or 20 feet from the turn—from off of Main onto Houston.
Mr. Belin. Fifteen or 20 feet from the turn?
Mr. Couch. We had already completed the turn.
Mr. Belin. After you had completed the turn, then 15 or 20 feet further on you heard the first shot—the first noise?
Mr. Couch. Because, I remember I was talking and we were laughing and I was looking back to a fellow on my—that would be on my right—I don't know who it was—we were joking. We had just made the turn. And I heard the first shot.
Mr. Belin. What happened—or what did anyone say?
Mr. Couch. As I recall, nothing—there was no particular reaction; uh—nothing unusual. Maybe everybody sort of looked around a little, but didn't think much of it. And—uh—then, in a few seconds, I guess from 4–5 seconds later, or even less, we heard the second shot. And then we began to look—uh, not out of thinking necessarily it was a gunshot, but we began to look in front of us—in the motorcade in front of us. And, as I recall, I didn't have any particular fears or feelings at the second shot. By the third shot, I felt that it was a rifle. Almost sure it was. And, as I said, the shots or the noises were fairly close together they were fairly even in sound—and—uh, by then, one could recognize, or if he had heard a high-powered rifle, he would feel that it was a high-powered rifle. You would get that impression.
Mr. Belin. Do you remember where your vehicle was by the time you heard the third shot?
Mr. Couch. I'd say we were about 50 feet from making—or maybe 60 feet—from making the left-hand turn onto Elm.