Whether he died as a result of some bizarre accident or foul play, the sound of the gunshot has echoed across the hills nightly ever since. And it is always followed by the sound of churchbells that were never there.
If you're looking for New Lexington Road today, you might wind up looking at a rural highway much changed from what it was when the supposed mystery death took place; Route 37 between Lancaster and Junction City is called Lancaster-New Lexington Road, especially the stretch close to the village of Bremen. (Locals call this town "Bree-men," in one of the most grating examples of horrible Midwesternization pronunciation--though I suppose it's not as bad as "Ver-sails.")