My personal ancestors resided, worked, satisfied, unsettled, and passed away about past West frontier, on both edges of my loved ones and both sides of legislation. These were sodbusters, carpenters, auto mechanics, horsebrokers, outlaws, lawmen, a few of the earliest corn-growers in Iowa, wheat-growers in Montana, and “Okies” powered out from the Depression-era dustbowl.
Certainly one of my forefathers bested Frank James–with Jesse James as referee–in a bareknuckled brawl to help keep their prized horse, near Lenox, Iowa, throughout the wake regarding the notorious Northfield Raid.
Another possible ancestor had been the notorious Dan “Dynamite cock” Clifton, which claimed his nickname by blowing himself from the area of a moving practice while wanting to break a safe.
Relating to Richard Patterson in Historical Atlas from the Outlaw western, “The posse got about to give up once they uncovered a little cabin in one of the thickest areas of the forests. Continue reading There are very few past western roles that many failed to bring