Death
Hamilton was executed on May 10, 1935 at the Texas State Penitentiary, Huntsville, Texas, by electric chair. Hamilton walked calmly and firmly to the chair and seated himself with the words "Well, goodbye all." He was preceded to the electric chair by Joe Palmer. Although he had been involved in several murders, Hamilton's execution was not warranted by a specific murder, but rather by a statute on the Texas books at the time that made being a "habitual criminal" a capital offense.
Raymond Hamilton never publicly admitted killing anyone, although to his brother, Floyd, he admitted that in the case of the killing of Undersheriff Eugene Moore (August 5, 1932, Stringtown, Oklahoma) he was not so sure. "Clyde and I were both shooting," Raymond told Floyd. "It could have been either one of us. Or both." Raymond Hamilton was convicted of the murder of John Bucher of Hillsboro, though he had nothing to do with it. The actual killer was Ted Rogers. Clyde Barrow and Johnny Russell (not to be confused with "Uncle Bud" Russell) were accomplices.
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