Massacre.

From From My Cold Dead Fingers: Why America Needs Guns by Sheriff Richard I. Mack:

On August 21, 1992, 14-year-old Sammy Weaver and his friend Kevin Harris went hunting. Sammy's dog Striker caught scent of the men hiding in the woods. The dog barked and ran ahead. Sammy and Kevin thought he'd picked up the trail of a deer. They hurried to follow. An unexpected burst of gunfire from a hidden sniper stopped Striker in his tracks.

Terrified and confused, Sammy fired his rifle, then turned to flee. A federal agent shot him in the back, killing him instantly. Kevin Harris fired into the woods, mortally wounding Marshal Degan. In the dark of night, Harris and Randy Weaver brought Sammy's body from the woods to a shed near the house.

Weaver and his 16-year-old daughter, Sara -- along with Kevin Harris, who was armed -- went to the shed where Sammy lay dead. Two hundred yards away, an FBI sniper took aim and fired. The bullet caught Randy Weaver in the arm. The trio bolted for the cabin. Vicki Weaver stood in the doorway, holding her infant daughter Elisheba. Sniper Lon Horiuchi shot her in the face. Some fragments of bullet and of Vicki Weaver's skull wounded Kevin Harris. For a week the family and Harris holed up inside the cabin. Sarah Weaver crawled over her mother's body to prepare food and water for her wounded father and Harris, her 10-year-old sister Rachel and baby Elisheba. FBI negotiators outside taunted the family with remarks like, "How's the baby, Mrs. Weaver?" and, "Good morning, Randall. How'd you sleep? We're having pancakes. What are you having?"