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Thursday, July 28, 2022

Lawmen Triumphing Over Illness - Jim Bowie, The Alamo, & Three-Legged Willie by Vicky J. Rose, aka V. J. Rose, aka Easy Jackson


The older I get, the more I find myself  battling chronic illnesses. Although not life-threatening, they often leave me weeping at the most inappropriate times or wanting to figuratively yell, “Put up your dukes!” at the slightest perceived cross word or act. 

As a writer, it is frustrating to have to struggle to put sentences on paper when unwell. Christians are reminded of the Biblical verse: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." But sometimes I don’t always feel very Christian, and it helps to remember that others fought infirmaries and overcame them, one way or another, to make their mark in history.

After being shot in the pelvis, Bat Masterson was forced to use a cane. The cane became one of his famous trademarks. 

Bat Masterson took part in the Second Battle of Adobe Walls when 28 buffalo hunters defended themselves against an Indian alliance 700 strong led by Quanah Parker. Billy Dixon called it a “splendidly barbaric sight.” Masterson went on to become a gunfighter, gambler, sheriff of Dodge City, and journalist. 

Heck Thomas

Heck Thomas’s
career as a soldier ended with a bout of typhoid fever. Instead, he became a U.S. deputy marshal in Indian territory under Judge Isaac Parker. Tired of the frontier, his wife took their children and left. After being nearly killed in a shootout, a young schoolmarm fell in love with Heck while he recuperated, giving him a second chance at happiness. 

Doc Holliday suffered from tuberculosis and carried a cane on his way to the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.

Doc Holliday

Beefcake actor Victor Mature was totally miscast as the 122-pound tubercular Doc Holliday in “My Darling Clementine.” Mature gave it his best shot, however, and one of his most endearing qualities was his unpretentiousness. When rejected from membership in a country club because he was an actor, Mature replied: “Not true. I’ve never been an actor—and I’ve got 70 movies to prove it.”

Frank Hamer intended on becoming a preacher. After the rancher he was working for offered him $200 to kill somebody, later unloading a shotgun in his back for refusing, Hamer decided on a career in law enforcement instead. 

Texas Ranger Frank Hamer
was wounded 23 times in the line of duty and left for dead four times. He overcame bullet wounds and near death to find fame as the man who finally brought down Bonnie & Clyde. 


Robert McAlpin Williamson was crippled as a youth, his leg bent back at the knee. Rather than amputate it, he fitted a peg leg to the knee and became affectionately known as “Three-Legged Willie.”  He studied law and came to Texas, establishing one newspaper and editing three others. Stephen F. Austin urged him to use his newspaper to promote peace with Mexico; instead, the firebrand became such a proponent of independence, he was known as “The Patrick Henry of Texas.” 

Despite his handicap, Willie served as a Texas Ranger and fought at the Battle of San Jacinto, along with loving to dance and playing the banjo. He also liked to perform a rhythmic thigh-patting, hand-clapping, and foot stomping entertainment known as pattin' juba.

Robert McAlpin Williamson—Three-Legged Willie was known as a delightfully eccentric character with a colorful oratory style. When asked to offer a prayer to a group of drought-stricken farmers, he beseeched the Lord “to send a drencher that will … make corn ears shake hands across the row and not one of those little rizzly-drizzly sprinkles that’ll make nubbins that all hell can’t shuck.” 

The First Congress of the Republic of Texas elected Williamson judge of the Third Judicial District, automatically making him a Supreme Court Justice. He once held court in a region known for its lawlessness, with two rival gangs fighting for control. One attorney made a motion that court should not be held. When Willie asked on what grounds, the man plunged a Bowie knife in the desk Willie sat at and said, “This is the law that governs here.” Willie pulled out a long-barreled pistol and said, “This is the constitution that overrules it.” 


James Bowie

Jim Bowie, tall, heavy framed and raw-boned, rode alligators and trapped bears in Louisiana. He reportedly had an open and frank disposition, but when he felt he had been insulted, his temper was a terrible sight to behold, his gray eyes transforming into those of a tiger.

I know what you are thinking. “Is she crazy? Jim Bowie was a despicable human being, an illegal slave trader and land speculator. And besides, he wasn’t a lawman.” He also went on a two-day drunken spree when voted commander of volunteers at the Alamo, fighting with Col. William B. Travis and wreaking havoc on the city of San Antonio by releasing prisoners and harassing citizens. An angel he was not. But he possessed an energy and charisma that other men admired, along with undeniable courage.

The 1950s are criticized for trying to make a buck glamorizing men like Bowie, but
I don’t know if the 2000s are any better off trying to make a buck tearing them down. 


The first Bowie knife was made in Avoyelles Parish, Louisiana, according to Rezin Bowie’s specifications. He later gave it to his brother Jim who made it famous. Rezin basked in his brother’s fame and in the knife he had designed. 

In frontier days, when engaged in close fighting, a man would fire his flintlock, and immediately draw his knife. To be a good knife fighter was much more important than being a good shot. Because of his high-stake speculations involving large sums of money, Bowie’s brother, concerned for his safety, gave him a long-bladed butcher knife for protection. When partaking in an infamous brawl known as the “Sand Bar Fight,” Bowie made history by successfully defending himself with the knife despite being shot twice and stabbed several times. A demand for the “Bowie Knife” was born.


"All the steel in the country it seemed was immediately converted into Bowie knives,” reported the Red River Herald of Natchitoches. Schools were opened to teach to teach the arts and dodges of Bowie knife fighting, especially in the Southwest. "In the history of American arms," wrote historian Harold L. Peterson (1958), "three weapons stand out above all the rest: the Kentucky rifle, the Colt's revolver, and the Bowie knife." 

Bowie recovered from his wounds, and three years later drifted into Texas, drawn by visions of vast sums to be made land speculating. He married a beautiful young woman, Ursula de Veramendi, the daughter of a powerful and influential Tejano family. Always on the move, looking to make a deal somewhere, Bowie was in Natchez recovering from a bout with malaria when word came his wife had died of cholera. Bowie recovered physically from his illness, but till the end of his life, his eyes would often tear up at the mention of his wife’s name. 

A depiction of Jim Bowie’s Sandbar Fight is on display in the Natchez, Mississippi, Convention Center.

Returning to Texas, Bowie and his brother Rezin searched for a supposed lost silver mine at an old Spanish mission, Santa Cruz de San Sába. Bowie didn’t find the mine, but he further enhanced his reputation by successfully fending off a large band of hostile Tahuacanos Indians for several days with the help of a few prospectors. (The numbers are estimated 124  to 11.)

What’s left of the Santa Cruz de San Sába Mission sits 
near the San Saba River about three miles east of the 
present town of Menard and four miles from the ruins 
of San Luis de las Amarillas Presidio. 

Bowie was unhappy when General Santa Anna put a stop to his land speculating schemes in Texas, but it was more upsetting that the dictator overthrew the Constitution of 1824. Stephen F. Austin had preached for years to the Texans to try to get along with the Mexican government. Nevertheless, when Austin tried to get the Mexican government to recognize Texas as a state within that government so they could have representation, he was thrown into a Mexican prison and left there for months. 

The majority of settlers in Texas were Anglos with a long history of the Magna Carta. Writ of Habeas Corpus and trial by jury were sacred to their ideas of freedom and liberty. They realized even if they were allowed to stay, they would be living under a volatile and everchanging government, subject not to laws but to the whims of whoever happened to be in power at the time. It was either leave and give up everything they had worked for, or stay and fight. Bowie threw his lot in with those determined to stay and wage war for the liberties they held dear, and he returned to San Antonio, the home of his beloved wife. 

 “There is no man on whose forecast, prudence, and valor, I place a higher estimate,” Sam Houston wrote of Bowie. He possessed leadership, charisma, and popularity in spades, and Texas needed him.

My great-great grandmother Elizabeth Jackson Heffington said the Texas settlers were much more afraid of the Mexican army than they were of the Indians. She should know—her husband was killed by Indians in Waco, so for them to be worse in her mind was a very real thing.

Bowie was determined to hold the line at San Antonio de Béxar and protect the bexareños from the same fate Santa Anna had inflicted on the rebellious Zacatecans: rape, murder, and pillage of rebels and innocents alike. 

“In this war you know there are no prisoners.” General Santa Anna

Bowie volunteered to defend the Alamo and was put in charge of the volunteer forces, ready to “die in these ditches than give up this post to the enemy.” 

The Alamo

But Bowie became ill with an unknown respiratory disease, and he ceded command to Col. Travis, who was already in charge of the regular army. Despite his illness, Bowie continued to rouse confidence in the men. When he became too ill to move from his cot, he would often ask his men to carry his cot out so he could speak encouraging words to the soldiers, reminding them Travis was now their commander. The confidence given to the soldiers by having men like Bowie and Crockett at the Alamo is immeasurable. 

Statue on the grounds of
the Alamo of Wm. B.
Travis drawing the line
in the sand.

At the darkest hour, knowing surrender would only mean death, Col. Travis declared his decision to sell his life as dearly as possible. He took his sword and drew a line in the sand.* Any man who wished to leave the Alamo under cover of darkness could do so, but he asked every man who would stay and perish with him to step over the line. Every man did so, except one, a Frenchman who wasn’t ready to die and thought he could pass for a Mexican if he had to, Louis “Moses” Rose. (No relation to me, at least, not that I know of.) A dying Bowie asked that his cot be taken over the line.

Louis Rose, nicknamed Moses because of his age (51), followed his friend Jim Bowie to the Alamo. He had served with distinction with Napoleon, but left the Alamo because he wasn’t ready to die. Until the day he did pass away, though, he suffered in pain from the thorns embedded in his flesh that he received during his perilous escape through rough country.

Bowie fighting from
his deathbed.

It is generally believed that Bowie fought to the death from his cot in the Alamo, his body mutilated. We think of the cries of the men and women enslaved by Bowie, of the tears and anguish of the wives and children of the men he killed in fights, but we also remember the brave actions that helped the cause of freedom take another step down the road to a place where one day all men will be free. And that is the highest law of all. 


When Texans regained control of San Antonio, the bones and ashes of the Alamo dead were still in visible piles. They were shoveled into a large coffin and secretly buried under the altar of what is now the San Fernando Cathedral. In 1936, the coffin was accidentally dug up. Two years later the remains were placed inside an ornate sarcophagus to be put on public view, where it can still be seen today.


I will never participate in any defining moments in history, acquitting myself of sin as Jim Bowie did even in illness or limping into legend like Doc Holliday. But as an author, I can take the emotion so close to the surface when I am feeling unwell and turn it into fervor on the pages of a manuscript. My embarrassing impulse to fight anyone who crosses me can be transmuted to my characters, filling paragraph after paragraph with action and adventure for the enjoyment and inspiration of others.

“The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.” —Vince Lombardi



*The veracity of Louis Rose and the line in the sand has long been a subject of hot debate. William P. Zuber, who first wrote of the incidence, has been called both a lurid storyteller and a reliable individual. He claims Louis Rose did escape and made his way to Zuber’s family home, telling his parents the story. Zuber’s aged mother, known for her remarkable memory, attested it was true and
several neighbors remember hearing the Zubers tell it. Unfortunately, William Zuber had a tendency to embroider the truth in other areas, casting doubt over this one. However, the incident of the line is confirmed by Alamo survivors Susanna Dickinson and Enrique Esparza. Furthermore, documents in the Nacogdoches courthouse confirm the presence of a Louis Rose living there after the fall of the Alamo. Historian J. Frank Dobie saw the line in the sand as more important than any argument over it. “It is a line that not all the piety nor wit of research will ever blot out,” Dobie wrote. You may do as you wish, but as for me, I am not willing to call Grandma Zuber a liar.  

Sources: The Blood of Heroes by James Donovan. Eyewitness to the Alamo by Bill Groneman. https://www.thealamo.org/remember/james-bowie; https://grandlodgeoftexas.org/robert-mcalpin-williamson-patrick-henry-texas-revolution/; https://tarltonapps.law.utexas.edu/justices/profile/view/116; https://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/entries/rose-louis-moses; https://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/entries/bowie-knife#:~:text=Bowie%20Knife.In%201838%20Rezin,been%20shot%20in%20a%20fighthttps://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/46029; https://www.thealamo.org/remember/james-bowie/bowies-silver

For more blogs see: 

Texas Outlaws and Lawmen - Texas Ranger Cicero Rufus Perry https://westernfictioneers.blogspot.com/2022/02/texas-outlaws-and-lawmen-texas-ranger.html

Wild Bill Longley - The Lone Wolf  https://westernfictioneers.blogspot.com/2022/03/wild-bill-longley-lone-wolf-by-vicky-j.html 


My websites:

www.vickyjrose.com       www.easyjackson.com




BOOKS

As V.J. Rose

HELL WEST OF THE PECOS

A broke Texas rancher risks all to drive longhorns through the wilds of West Texas to sell to the government in New Mexico, but he’s hindered by the feuding relatives and green cowboys he is forced to hire as drovers. https://www.amazon.com/Hell-West-Pecos-Classic-Western-ebook/dp/B0B57H1YVP 

TREASURE HUNT IN TIE TOWN—Reader’s Favorite Five Star Award

A rancher takes his nephews on an adventurous hunt for buried treasure that lands them in all sorts of trouble. https://www.amazon.com/Treasure-Hunt-Town-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07GL2T2L6/ref=sr_1_1?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773588&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-1

TESTIMONY

Two lonely people hide secrets from one another in a May-December romance set in the modern-day West. https://www.amazon.com/Testimony-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07FBC971J/ref=sr_1_2?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773615&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-2

As Easy Jackson 

A BAD PLACE TO DIE—Will Rogers Medallion Award and A SEASON IN HELL

Tennessee Smith becomes the reluctant stepmother of three rowdy stepsons and the town marshal of Ring Bit, the hell-raisingest town in Texas. https://www.amazon.com/Bad-Place-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042540/ref=tmm_mmp_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1569773439&sr=1-1

https://www.amazon.com/Season-Hell-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042567/ref=pd_sbs_14_1/132-7644810-2844345?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=0786042567&pd_rd_r=f5f73ea9-df93-46e7-b002-87cd61097ca1&pd_rd_w=xTzD8&pd_rd_wg=OsUzo&pf_rd_p=d66372fe-68a6-48a3-90ec-41d7f64212be&pf_rd_r=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC&psc=1&refRID=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC

MUSKRAT HILL—Peacemaker Finalist

A little boy finds a new respect for his father when he helps him solve a series of brutal murders in a small Texas town. https://www.amazon.com/Muskrat-Hill-Easy-Jackson/dp/1432866044/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=muskrat+hill+by+easy+jackson&qid=1581181324&s=books&sr=1-1 

Short Stories:

WOLFPACK PUBLISHING - "A Promise Broken - A Promise Kept"—Spur Award Finalist

A woman accused of murder in the Old West is defended by a mysterious stranger.

https://www.amazon.com/Promise-Broken-Kept-Western-Short-ebook/dp/B07CYP3G3P/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=a+promise+broken+a+promise+kept+by+VJ+Rose&qid=1569773655&s=books&sr=1-1

THE UNTAMED WEST – “A Sweet-Talking Man” —Will Rogers Medallion Award

A sassy stagecoach station owner fights off outlaws with the help of a testy, grumpy stranger. A Will Rogers Medallion Award Winner. https://www.amazon.com/Untamed-West-L-J-Washburn-ebook/dp/B07GH7WB58/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=the+untamed+west+anthology&qid=1569773750&s=books&sr=1-3

UNDER WESTERN STARS - "Blood Epiphany"—Will Rogers Medallion Award

A broke Civil War veteran's wife has left him; his father and brothers have died leaving him with a cantankerous old uncle, and he's being beaten by resentful Union soldiers. At the lowest point in his life, he discovers a way out, along with a new thankfulness. A Will Rogers Medallion Award Winner.

https://www.amazon.com/Under-Western-Stars-Richard-Prosch/dp/B08KH3S2KR/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= 

SIX-GUN JUSTICE WESTERN STORIES – “Dulcie’s Reward”

Seventeen-year-old Dulcie is determined to find someone to drive her cattle to the new market in Abilene. https://www.amazon.com/Six-Gun-Justice-Western-Stories/dp/B09FCCLTHQ/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= 


Reenactment Video on YouTube “Blood in the Streets”  https://youtu.be/vrW_uFBGe8Q 

Anthology:

WHY COWS NEED COWBOYS: AND OTHER SELDOM-TOLD TALES FROM THE AMERICAN WEST

“Katie Jennings & John Holland Jenkins: Young Heroes in the Fight for Texas Independence”

https://www.amazon.com/Why-Cows-Need-Cowboys-Seldom-Told-ebook/dp/B08YWJDGZ8/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2S1C6UIQO4IZ9&keywords=why+cows+need+cowboys&qid=1645144537&s=books&sprefix=why+cows+%2Cstripbooks%2C110&sr=1-1 

Thanks for reading!



Monday, March 21, 2022

Wild Bill Longley - The Lone Wolf by Vicky J. Rose aka Easy Jackson

William Preston Longley—taken October
1877 in Galveston where he waited
in jail for either an appeal or to be 
taken back to Giddings and hanged.
 

 


It’s hard to find something positive to write about William Preston Longley, a ruthless, unpredictable, hot-tempered man who was a compulsive liar, self-admitted racist, and possible rapist. 

“I have always known that I was doing wrong, but I got started when I was just a fool boy, led off by older heads, and taught to believe that it was right to kill sassy negroes, and then to resist the military law.” 

 Deadly quick with a gun, Bill boasted he killed 32 men. But when the official tally came down, it was more like five or six. The rest appear to be figments of Bill’s boastfulness and desire to be known as the worst “bad man” in Texas. 

Wild Bill is said to favor the Dance pistol, a heavy, easy to load pistol manufactured by the Dance Brothers for the Confederacy. Only about 400 were made, and if they happen to come on the market, can sell for $120,000 and more. Bill is said to own serial #4. If you run across that one, the value of it could be astronomical. 

Bill grew up in Evergreen, a small community in Central Texas, raised by a family that all their neighbors vowed were “good people.” He was tall and handsome with keen black eyes. Talkative, lively, a good storyteller, he didn’t in the least look like a bad outlaw. 
The Evergreen Oak, a massive old live
oak tree in Evergreen, Texas, Bill 
Longley's hometown. He is said to love 
the town, but the bright lights of other places 
called to him. Court was held under this oak, 
and some said hangings, too. The town 
withered away when the railroad bypassed 
it in 1870.



Because I grew up near Bill’s youthful stomping grounds, in researching him, I tried to peel back the layers rather than just write him off as a sorry, good-for-nothing bully. 

Bill grew into manhood at the close of the Civil War when Texas was in an uproar of turmoil, going through the worst period of lawlessness it had ever known. His father, a member of a strict religious sect who wrote hymns to sing at camp meetings, had been a Unionist and not supported the Confederacy. While in many places in Texas such men were hung, the elder Longley was left alone because he had fought in the Battle of San Jacinto during the Texas Revolution. 


William Longley's parents,
Campbell and Sarah Longley

Their neighbors’ sons had gone off to fight and die in a war that Bill’s father hadn’t supported, and right or wrong, it still stung. In addition to that, many members of the sect Bill’s parents belonged to believed that anyone who wasn’t a Campbellite was going to hell. Growing up in that separationist soil, it is not surprising that Bill went overboard in trying to gain admiration from his peers. 

If his neighbors were resentful of newly freed blacks, then Bill went out of his way to devil them, and his first murder victim was a black man. 

“My first step was disobedience; next, whiskey drinking; next carrying pistols; next, gambling, and then murder.” 

At that time, there were vicious gangs roaming the woods in the area Bill grew up in, their chief interests being robbery and cattle rustling. They would burn down the house or barn of anyone who complained to the authorities. If the law did catch them, they would intimidate witnesses or get their relatives or other gang members on juries to secure releases. In some instances, they simply killed the accusers. 
Outlaws like Sam Bass and Wild Bill Longley gambled and drank in this saloon that is now the McDade Historical Society Museum.

Although Bill would later go on crime sprees with a few men, he did not join those gangs. And he never chummed with any other outlaw long. He always played the lone hand. 

“I never had any confidence in nobody,” he explained to his jailor the night before he died when asked how he had managed to keep from getting killed or jailed for so long. 

Bill would travel to faraway places, then come back and enthrall people with stories of all the men he had killed, and they believed him. During that time, men could be hung immediately for stealing horses or cattle, but they often got away with murder. The sheriff who eventually led Bill to the gallows along with one of the deputies who guarded him had both faced murder charges. 

Bill once stopped at the home of a farmer, explaining a posse was on his tail. The farmer advised him to ride a little farther away, get off his horse and slap it to get it to keep running, then walk back. When the posse caught up with the horse and realized what Bill had done, they backtracked to the farm and searched it, but they didn’t come across Bill hiding in the outhouse and left. 
This Manheim store was probably built in the early 1900s.
On a farm near here, Wild Bill hid from a posse in an outhouse. 


Bill did try to get his younger brother Jim to join him. But Jim grew so disgusted with the depravity Bill was sinking into, he went home and told his parents about it, and they told Bill not to come back. 

“They don’t want me to come about them so I stil alone tread the living land destitute of friends but g___d the world and every son of a bitch that don’t like me for I am a wolf and it is my night to howl.” 

Bill, always eager for recognition, let his uncle talk him into a revenge killing over the death of a cousin. Jim argued that if revenge had to be done, there were closer relatives than Bill to do it, but he refused to listen. He killed the man, going on the run and killing two more men. He was eventually caught in Louisiana and brought back to Lee County to stand trial for the revenge killing. 
June, 1877 - Nacogdoches County Deputy Sheriff Bill Burrows (left),
Sheriff Milton Mast (right) Later that summer, 2,000 citizens
in Nacogdoches County signed a petition to have
Bill’s sentence changed to life imprisonment.
But Governor Hubbard refused to commute the
sentence of “that blood thirsty rascal.”

By this time, people in Lee and the surrounding counties were fed up with the lawlessness around them. They had friends and relatives killed, been intimidated by fear to the point they dared not light lamps in their homes at night and often had to wear dresses while plowing in the fields to keep from being accosted. They believed the lies Bill had told them about all the men he had killed, and they were out for blood from somebody. Bill had no gang members to intimidate them, and although there was fear the Longleys might try to shoot the sheriff and help Bill escape, they weren’t seen as a threat to individuals. 
Lee County Texas Sheriff James Madison Brown.
He was also a gambler and made thousands racing horses.
He died in a shootout with Chicago police
at a racetrack when they attempted to
arrest him on an old murder charge from Texas. 



Bill was broke, his parents desperately poor. The attorney appointed to him by the court was inexperienced and gave a poor defense. It was almost a slam dunk decision—guilty. Sheriff Jim Brown pleaded with other jails to take Bill so he wouldn’t be hanged by a mob while waiting for an appeal. Galveston County finally agreed to hold Bill. For the next ten months, Bill, already a prolific writer of letters, wrote to newspapers of his life. The newspaper in Giddings, the Lee County seat, published them. Some newspapers refused, saying it would influence young boys to follow in Bill’s wayward path, but many others did. Always trying to outdo John Wesley Hardin, it irked Bill that he was getting the death penalty while Hardin was only getting 25 years for his crimes. But soon Bill began to realize that his audience no longer wanted to hear about his exploits and the depth of what his bragging had gotten him into. His tone in letters changed, and he began to try to explain his actions. Later, he showed repentance in the most flowery terms, becoming a Catholic and being baptized in the Galveston jail. 

The letters to his brother Jim give a much more realistic view of Bill than the florid ones he gave to newspapers. Although he exhorted Jim not to try to seek revenge for his death, writing of how he had made his peace with God, in another, he gave a brief and vivid description of life in the wretched Galveston jail. 

“My yellow girl brought me a bottle of kimbal yesterday. Jim, she is a pretty trick. She wants to come in my cell, but the sheriff won’t let her for fear she might bring me a saw. Henry Miller, the jailer, comes to the jail of mornings and laughs at me and tells me he crammed my girl last night. He says he crammed her for that dollar that she bought the kimbal with, and I expect he did. But she says he is a liar, but I rather think that she is the liar. Miller f**ks every woman in the city in twelve months, and a good many of the men.” 

Bill begged Jim to ask their father to send him $25 for a new suit for his return to Giddings for the hanging. 

“You know there will be many eyes on me and I hate to go out looking ragged.” 

Although he professed to be ready for his hanging, Bill still harbored the hope that some way, he could escape death. Nevertheless, he was determined to play to the crowd and give people what he thought they wanted. He would die “game.” 

He wrote a childhood friend that he was ready to die and had forgiven his enemies and hoped they had forgiven him. 

“I am lively yet.... Hanging is my favorite way of dying, if I have to die.” 

Back in the Giddings jail, Bill played melancholy tunes such as “Gentle Annie” on his violin. He became ghostly pale, a stark contrast with his dark eyes and hair. On the day of the hanging, the sheriff had rounded up about 100 men, half on foot, half on horseback, and all armed to see that it went off without a hitch. They roped off a section around the scaffold to keep the crowd, many of them black, from getting too close. The roads into Giddings were lined with the wagons and buggies of people who had come to see the hanging on that hot October day in 1878. One man described it as “as sad a scene as I ever saw in my life.”

Capt. Zina P. Eagleston (or Eggleston) (left) was in charge of the guards on horseback at Wild Bill’s hanging. Deputy Sheriff Isaac “Bose” Heffington was also there. Both men turned down the $50 to cut the rope opening the trap door. Both were also g-g-great uncles of mine from different sides of the family. Bose Heffington was killed by an unknown assailant in McDade in 1883. While researching this story, imagine my surprise when I found out the men Zina Eagleston was accused of murdering and assaulting were my g-g-great grandfather and his brother. He was a drunkard and had squandered Zina’s niece’s (my g-g-great grandmother’s) vast inheritance. If you had relatives living in this area in the 1800s, and you start digging around, don’t be shocked to find all sorts of killings in your family tree. And people who are still angry about it.


Inside the jail, Bill asked the guards to join him in singing “Amazing Grace.” He dressed carefully in a black suit, white shirt, and black necktie. He put a blue rosette in his lapel and around his neck hung a Catholic medal. He combed his long hair and goatee, placing a broad-brimmed, low-crowned hat on his head. 

Once outside, determined to appear lighthearted, Bill smoked a cigar, laughing and chatting with the guards. He finally said, “What are we waiting for?” and the sheriff answered, “Well, Bill, I just don’t want to rush you.” But Bill was ready. “Let’s get this over with.” As he climbed the rickety stairs up to the scaffold, one shook so badly, Bill turned to the guards and warned them to be careful. “Let’s don’t get crippled up before the show is over.” 

After the sheriff read the death warrant, Bill was asked if he wanted to say a few words. He spoke of forgiveness and his hope that no one would try to avenge his death. His last words to the crowd were, “Goodbye, all; goodbye.” A number of people responded, bidding him farewell. 

Illustration from The National Police Gazette, October 28, 1878.  

The sheriff had offered $50 to anyone willing to cut the rope to open the trap door, but he had no takers. When it came time, the sheriff couldn’t find the hatchet. Under the black cap that had been placed over his head, Bill said, “What do you want with a hatchet? Are you going to split my head open?” 

The sheriff found the hatchet and cut the rope. But the rope around Bill's neck was too long and his feet thudded against the ground. The sheriff hastily raised the rope, and instead of having his neck snapped instantly as it should have been, Wild Bill Longley slowly strangled to death. The widow and children of the man he had killed were said to express satisfaction. 

Bill’s body was taken to the outskirts of town and buried under a blackjack tree that old-timers swore died immediately. 

For years, stories circulated that Wild Bill had somehow escaped, giving all sorts of explanations of how it happened. Sightings of him sprang up every so often. Superstitious blacks believed him to be the devil incarnate and expected him to appear at their church meetings at any time to raise havoc. 

The belief that Bill had escaped hanging became so persistent, that in the 1990s, a search began to be made of the cemetery that had grown up around Bill’s then lost gravesite. In 1998, they found a grave of a tall man with a Catholic medal around his neck and the remains of a substance with a floral pattern that could have been the blue rosette Bill wore. DNA tests later proved it to be Bill’s remains. 

Wild Bill was buried on the outskirts of the cemetery on a windy hill, and his grave was lost for many years. It was found, and his remains have since been moved closer to the front.

The stories that Bill had escaped hanging can be traced back to his family. They had told his mother he survived for fear that she would go crazy if she knew Bill was really dead. 

While researching this story, the thought kept running through my mind, why didn’t this sorry outfit stop drinking and gambling and do something to help his poor parents? 

Campbell Longley in
old age. He and Sarah
left Lee County in 1870,
moving to Salado in 
Bell County.

But at the end of Rick Miller’s biography of Bill, he relates a story told by historian A.C. Greene. Three months after Bill’s mother died, his father, at age 73, pretending to be wealthy, married a 28-year-old widow. She deeply resented being “pandered” off by her family to this old man who turned out not to be wealthy at all. Not only that, he allegedly tried to get her to put her children in an orphanage, which she refused to do, and the legend in their family has it he even tried to poison the children. She eventually separated from him. 

And so another layer is peeled away from the Wild Bill story—a hypocritical father professing piety while hiding a dark mean streak.

Nevertheless, there is no excusing William Preston Longley’s behavior, and one can sympathize with Lee County citizens for wanting to stop further depredations. 

But on the other hand, maybe the good Lord likes us to show a little mercy every now and then—even to Wild Bill Longley, a lone, lost soul living in a violent era. 



Sources: “Bloody Bill Longley—The Mythology of a Gunfighter,” by Rick Miller. “The Badmen of the West” by George Hendricks. “Frontier Times” Vol. 9—No. 12, September, 1932. “Longley, William Preston (1851–1878)”—Handbook of Texas Online. http://www.texasescapes.com/ClayCoppedge/Dance-Pistols.htm. https://americanhandgunner.com/handguns/the-guns-of-bloody-bill-longley/. “A History of Lee County Texas” by Lee County Historical Survey Committee.



BOOKS

As V.J. Rose

TREASURE HUNT IN TIE TOWN—Reader’s Favorite Five Star Award

A rancher takes his nephews on an adventurous hunt for buried treasure that lands them in all sorts of trouble. 

https://www.amazon.com/Treasure-Hunt-Town-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07GL2T2L6/ref=sr_1_1?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773588&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-1

TESTIMONY

Two lonely people hide secrets from one another in a May-December romance set in the modern-day West. 

https://www.amazon.com/Testimony-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07FBC971J/ref=sr_1_2?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773615&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-2

As Easy Jackson

A BAD PLACE TO DIE—Will Rogers Medallion Award and A SEASON IN HELL

Tennessee Smith becomes the reluctant stepmother of three rowdy stepsons and the town marshal of Ring Bit, the hell-raisingest town in Texas. 

https://www.amazon.com/Bad-Place-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042540/ref=tmm_mmp_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1569773439&sr=1-1

https://www.amazon.com/Season-Hell-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042567/ref=pd_sbs_14_1/132-7644810-2844345?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=0786042567&pd_rd_r=f5f73ea9-df93-46e7-b002-87cd61097ca1&pd_rd_w=xTzD8&pd_rd_wg=OsUzo&pf_rd_p=d66372fe-68a6-48a3-90ec-41d7f64212be&pf_rd_r=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC&psc=1&refRID=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC

MUSKRAT HILL—Peacemaker Finalist

A little boy finds a new respect for his father when he helps him solve a series of brutal murders in a small Texas town. 

https://www.amazon.com/Muskrat-Hill-Easy-Jackson/dp/1432866044/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=muskrat+hill+by+easy+jackson&qid=1581181324&s=books&sr=1-1

Short Stories:

WOLFPACK PUBLISHING - "A Promise Broken - A Promise Kept"—Spur Award Finalist

A woman accused of murder in the Old West is defended by a mysterious stranger.

https://www.amazon.com/Promise-Broken-Kept-Western-Short-ebook/dp/B07CYP3G3P/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=a+promise+broken+a+promise+kept+by+VJ+Rose&qid=1569773655&s=books&sr=1-1

 THE UNTAMED WEST – “A Sweet-Talking Man” —Will Rogers Medallion Award

 A sassy stagecoach station owner fights off outlaws with the help of a testy, grumpy stranger. 

https://www.amazon.com/Untamed-West-L-J-Washburn-ebook/dp/B07GH7WB58/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=the+untamed+west+anthology&qid=1569773750&s=books&sr=1-3

UNDER WESTERN STARS - "Blood Epiphany"—Will Rogers Medallion Award

A broke Civil War veteran's wife has left him; his father and brothers have died leaving him with a cantankerous old uncle, and he's being beaten by resentful Union soldiers. At the lowest point in his life, he discovers a way out, along with a new thankfulness. 

https://www.amazon.com/Under-Western-Stars-Richard-Prosch/dp/B08KH3S2KR/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

 SIX-GUN JUSTICE WESTERN STORIES – “Dulcie’s Reward”

Seventeen-year-old Dulcie is determined to find someone to drive her cattle to the new market in Abilene.

https://www.amazon.com/Six-Gun-Justice-Western-Stories/dp/B09FCCLTHQ/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

Reenactment Video on YouTube “Blood in the Streets”  https://youtu.be/vrW_uFBGe8Q


 Anthology:

WHY COWS NEED COWBOYS: AND OTHER SELDOM-TOLD TALES FROM THE AMERICAN WEST

“Katie Jennings & John Holland Jenkins: Young Heroes in the Fight for Texas Independence”

https://www.amazon.com/Why-Cows-Need-Cowboys-Seldom-Told-ebook/dp/B08YWJDGZ8/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2S1C6UIQO4IZ9&keywords=why+cows+need+cowboys&qid=1645144537&s=books&sprefix=why+cows+%2Cstripbooks%2C110&sr=1-1

Thanks for reading!


Monday, February 21, 2022

Texas Outlaws and Lawmen - Texas Ranger Cicero Rufus Perry by Vicky J. Rose aka Easy Jackson

 


Cicero Rufus Perry
Cicero Rufus Perry

               Whenever someone comes up to me and says something like, “Your relatives were horse thieves,” I grin and give my shoulders a little shrug. My reply is: “Maybe some of them were, but I love my family anyway,” and that usually shuts them up.

              The Texas Rangers have been taking quite a hit lately from qualified historians, the armchair variety, and the sensation seekers, mostly the latter. Whenever I read about their supposed brutality, racism, etc., my response is the same. I love them anyway.

              In Texas during the 1800s, there was a group of Indians who loved to steal horses and a group of white men who loved to chase them. Let them hear of a neighbor being scalped, horses stolen, or women and children kidnapped, and they would drop the plow handles so fast the dust didn’t even have time to settle before they would be gone—riding as good and as fast a horse as they could saddle in the race to catch the perpetrators.  Most entered into the service of the Texas Rangers at one time or another.

             Certainly, the Indians, the women, the slaves, the children, and the old people who were forced to stay behind and do the everyday work deserve to have their stories told—but this blog is about Texas lawmen. And Cicero Rufus Perry was one of those men.

“Old Rufe” as he came to be called, left Alabama and arrived at Bastrop, Texas, in 1833 when

Gen. Edward Burleson

he was 11 years old. Bastrop, situated on the banks of the Colorado River along the Old San Antonio Road, had Indian raids every “light moon.” Indians stole all the Perry horses as soon as they arrived.  Consequently, young Rufe developed a case of hero worship for one of the best Indian fighters of the time, Edward Burleson. Burleson later led the Bastrop men in the charge at the Battle of San Jacinto and became vice president of the new Republic of Texas. At one time, he was just about the most popular man in Texas.

Gen. Sam Houston

But whereas Sam Houston was an attention grabber who jumped in front of the camera in showy clothes at every opportunity, Burleson only had his picture taken once, and that was at the insistence of his daughter. He was a down-to-earth man who accepted responsibility but never trampled anybody to get it. Much to the disgust of his longsuffering wife, however, he was always willing to drop everything to pursue Indians.

If Rufus Perry wanted to be an Indian fighter, soldier, and Ranger, he learned from the best.  At age 13, he and his father were with the other Texican soldiers as they retreated toward San Jacinto after the fall of the Alamo. Maj. Alexander Somervell approached the boy—they needed someone to go to Capt. Mosely Baker’s camp at San Felipe some 30 miles away and give him a dispatch from Gen. Houston. He was to burn the town so the advancing Mexican army couldn’t profit from it. No one else wanted to go. Would Rufe be afraid to take it?



San Felipe was second only to San Antonio as a commercial center  - its destruction upset many Texans. Houston would later claim he never gave the order to burn it, infuriating Capt. Mosely Baker.


“I toald I woold take it whitch I did” the semi-illiterate Perry wrote later.

Perry continued to run dispatches for Houston, and after the Battle of San Jacinto, he joined the Texas Rangers, continuing in that capacity as a regular and volunteer for the next 40 years, chasing marauding Indians, Mexican bandits, and thieving outlaws. He first volunteered for duty under Capt. William W. Hill whose company was attached to Gen. Edward Burleson’s Rangers. They were all that stood between the settlers returning home and rampaging Indians emboldened by their evacuation.

While Perry honed his Ranger skills under the tutelage of Burleson, he was receiving an education about life on the raw frontier. He watched in disgust as one “desperado” they had riding with them jumped on the first dead Indian he came to and began stabbing him. Perry remarked wryly, “I think if hee had of bin a live hee woold have went the other way.” Another shock came when an old backwoodsman cut the thigh off a dead Indian and tied it to his saddle, saying he was going to eat it if they did not get anything in the next few days. Fortunately, they made it to someone’s house, and “got beeaf and raostinears then wee dun fine.”

It is important to note, according to historian Donaly E. Brice, that up until the Battle of Plum
Creek in 1840, the fight against Indians in Texas was a defensive one. Horses would be stolen, people killed or kidnapped, and then the Rangers would go after them. In 1839, 16-year-old Rufe joined Col. John Moore’s company of men that included 42 Lipans for an expedition against the Comanche. At San Saba, they were able to surprise the enemy, and a battle ensued. Comanche women and children fled wildly into thickets. Andrew Lockhart, whose daughter had been kidnapped, ran ahead, screaming her name. Although the men were brave and experienced, the expedition had been poorly planned and executed.  Under a white flag, a parley was held between the whites and Comanche, with the Lipans translating. 

           The Comanche tried to bluff the whites with a threat of nearby Shawnee, while the Lipan translator convinced them the whites had no wounded. Badly outnumbered by the Comanche, they agreed to a truce. When they returned to where their horses had been, it was to find that every horse, blanket, and saddle had been stolen. Rufe joined the others in walking the 150 miles home.  

This humiliating episode did nothing to dampen Perry’s fighting spirit, and he continued to serve and scout for the Rangers. In his memoirs, he talks openly about taking a scalp because a young lady in Bastrop asked him to bring her back one. “hee fell as tho hee was dead and wee thaught hee was but when I went to raze his top not hee razed with me I tell was had a liveley time for a while until oald butch got the best of him.”

Punch Nash is about to drive his stagecoach across the Colorado River in Bastrop, TX

   
       Perry relates an incident that happened the next day just as frankly. The Rangers, along with some Lipan Indians, were on the trail of Comanche, killing two. The Lipans took a woman prisoner. “the way the friendly Indions did to ceap hur was to Sleap with hur each one evry night as their time come young Flaceo toald mee to tell Coln Lewis hee and mee could sleap with hur when thay all went around as he was commander and I interpretor but wee did not but let them have hur to them selves.”

Rufus Perry and his Indian guide Banzincum

In the meantime, an obsessed Santa Anna was unwilling to let Texas go and would continue to send soldiers in attempt after attempt to conquer the Texans, and Perry participated in stopping them. Although the Mexican American War is now deemed unconscionable by some historians, it was the only thing that finally put a halt to Mexico’s invasions into Texas.


After three predatory raids by Mexican soldiers into Texas, in a political move intended to stop the outcry of settlers, Gen. Houston allowed Alexander Somervell to lead a raid into Mexico. Perry again joined up, and as Houston expected, with little equipment and supplies, it showed how futile a raid into Mexico could be, and it had to be aborted. Perry was one of the 189 men who obeyed Somervell’s order to return home—308 men disobeyed and continued on in what became known as the Meir Expedition, leading to imprisonment and the infamous black bean episode.

Capt. Jack Coffee Hays, a great nephew of Andrew Jackson's wife, was the first to use the Navy Colt Paterson five-shot. He later helped Samuel Walker get to New York so he could meet with Samuel Colt and redesign it into the legendary Colt Walker six-shoot revolver.

             In 1844, Perry joined the legendary John Coffee Hays’s Ranger company and participated in many more Indian battles. On the Nueces River, an incident happened with three other Rangers that was to add Perry’s name to the legend.

 The Rangers were on the trail of horse thieves, and Perry told the other men to camp on a bluff while he continued a short distance ahead. When he returned, he saw they had not camped on the bluff, but closer to the river. He told them Indians would not have camped in such a spot, and he felt they weren’t far off. He rode up a hill to have a look, but couldn’t see signs of any Indians nearby. He went back to camp to eat, all the while having a premonition that things were about to go wrong.

Two of the men went to the river to bathe, but Perry and the other ranger, Kit Acklin, refused to join them. The men had just shucked off their clothes when Perry and Acklin were attacked by about 25 Comanche. Perry received one shot through his left shoulder, all the while firing his five-shooter at the enemy. He received another shot through his belly, and the third on his temple, cutting an artery so that he temporarily fainted from loss of blood.

Although the Colt Paterson gave the Rangers an advantage in the field, it had to be disassembled into three pieces before it could be reloaded.

John Holland Jenkins,
Perry's boyhood friend.
 

Perry later told his friend and fellow Bastropian John Holland Jenkins that when he came to, he put the gun to his head, considering suicide with the last bullet rather than be taken by the Indians and tortured. But Perry realized he could move, and he was able to join Acklin at the river, and he pulled the arrow out of his shoulder, leaving the spike. Perry caught hold to the tail of one of the horses and got across the river to where the other Rangers were, but he fainted once more. One of the Rangers had taken Perry’s gun to reload it when they were attacked again. Panicking and thinking Perry wouldn’t live anyway, they took his gun and ran off, leaving him and Acklin to the Indians. Perry was able to crawl to a nearby thicket and hide while Acklin made his escape. (Another account has Acklin being much more proactive in helping Perry—only leaving after both agreed that splitting up and going for help separately would be better.)


Perry could hear the Indians talking and walking around the thicket, but perhaps thinking he was armed, decided to leave him alone, and they soon left. He stuffed his wounds with dirt and little sticks to staunch the bleeding, and once it was dark, he crawled on his hands and knees down to the river for water. It was only about 200 yards, but it took him from dark to daylight to get there. After getting his fill of water, and filling up his boot with more, he crawled to a hole left by a fallen tree and stayed there all day.

At nightfall, Perry started for San Antonio on his own. On the seventh day he reached San Antonio after walking 120 miles with nothing but three prickly pear apples and a few mesquite beans to sustain him. People stared at him as if seeing a grisly ghost, for the two Rangers who had taken the horses and run away had arrived before him, naked and horribly burned from the sun, telling everyone he and Acklin were dead. Acklin, who wasn’t in nearly as bad a shape as Perry, made it into San Antonio the next day.

San Antonio as it was a few years after Rufus Perry walked into town, a bloody, swollen mess.

The women of San Antonio took such good care of Perry, to his dying day he praised them, two in particular, a Mexican woman he called Madam Androon, and a German woman named Mrs. Jakes. It took him two years to recover from his wounds. They counted twenty holes in his clothes where arrows had pierced them. The optic nerve in his right eye was severed, disfiguring it, and for the rest of his life, it twitched. He was 22.

While recuperating at home in Bastrop, Perry married a beautiful young woman described in later years as being somewhat haughty. But Perry must have been perceived as something of a hero. As soon as he recovered enough to ride, the people of Bastrop County presented him with a fine horse. He later served two years in the Mexican War with the Texas Volunteers and afterward served again with the Rangers, being stationed in the Texas Hill Country. In 1851, he left Bastrop and began moving ever westward, finally settling in Blanco County. Although the owner of four slaves, he sidestepped the Civil War, joining the Confederacy but leading forces in frontier protection, preferring to fight Indians, not Yankees.  

The first time Samuel Walker
went out as a Ranger, he
accompanied Rufus Perry.



Half of the Perry cabin was restored
and brought to Johnson City, but
it has since fallen into disrepair.
 
The Perry cabin would have originally
resembled this other Pedernales River cabin.



Rufus Perry's daughter said 
when she was a little girl, they were
attacked by Indians on their way
home from Fredericksburg. Everyone 
was handed a rifle, including her
and her two brothers. When the smoke
cleared, three Indians lay dead and
another wounded.

Pedernales River - rugged and beautiful.





The end of the Civil War brought about a social collapse in Texas and a period of unprecedented lawlessness. Not only were there bandits harassing ranchers on the border, Indians harassing citizens on the western and northern frontier, there were former soldiers wandering around, suffering from disillusionment and extreme trauma, falling into outlawry. Other ruffians used the defeat of the South as an excuse to go on crime sprees. When it became clear the U.S. government was only too happy for Texas to suffer for her misdeeds, Governor Richard Coke recommended Texas form her own forces to protect the frontier. When the citizens of Blanco County found out, they requested “Old Rufe” Perry be made captain of Company D, and his approval was soon forthcoming. In 1874, at age 53, he was back in the saddle again, wasting no time in raising a company of 75 men.  He immediately put his men out in the field, arming them with shotguns for guard duty, 61 Sharps Carbines, 57 Colt revolvers, and 900 Winchester cartridges for those who carried their own 1873 Winchesters. Capt. Perry organized the fledgling company, getting it off the ground and leading it through skirmishes and battles, but when budget cuts came down from the legislature, he resigned in 1875.  By 1881, life as a Ranger as he knew it had changed and passed him by.

Company D men on the Leona River

A Ranger camp in the 1870s.














             Cicero Rufus Perry began life as a young man full of vigor with a head full of gorgeous dark hair and a dancing gleam in his eyes. Before he died, his face was scarred, with one eye distorted and twitching, and he had to walk with a cane. But he never lost his love of the chase or his sense of humor.



As an old man, he wrote: “when I first wint thair (to Blanco County), there was Indions nearly evry light moon  I was oute verry often but never caught up with them but once  thair was but 2 of us and 40 of them So wee dun the runing.”

Old Rufe had the courage and the grit, packing as much dangerous and exciting service into his lifetime as any other Texas Ranger. People who knew him well liked and respected him. So why isn’t he more famous?

Like his hero Gen. Edward Burleson, Rufus Perry didn’t chase fame. His near illiteracy also held him back. In an era when men refused to say the word “bull” around ladies, his frank earthiness didn’t always fit into polite society. He hadn’t gone off to fight the Yankees with the rest of them, but stayed to do battle on the frontier.

In addition to those drawbacks, Perry had become involved in a relationship with a widow who had eight children. How a man, honorable enough not to participate in the gang rape of an Indian captive on the frontier when very few people would have ever known about it, managed to get himself entangled in a public web of having offspring with a widow while still having children with his wife, is a head-scratching mystery.  

But Cicero Rufus Perry never let the opinions of others get him down. What went on between him, his wife, and his lover, we’ll never know. When he died, old and feeble, he was not at home in Hye with his wife or in Austin with the mother of his other children. He was at a neighbor’s ranch, and they buried him all alone in the Masonic Cemetery in nearby Johnson City, while his wife, who outlived him by several years, chose to be buried in Hye.

At the time of his death, Rufe Perry’s body showed twenty scars made from bullets, arrows, and lances in his quest to retrieve stolen horses, to keep women from being kidnapped and raped, children from being snatched from homes, and to rescue them when they were. If he stumbled sometimes in life, it didn’t matter to his friends and neighbors. They continued to hold him in high esteem.

Perhaps somewhere in another dimension, there are Indians stealing horses with glee from Anglo settlers, and Old Rufe Perry and his fellow Rangers are excitedly saddling up to chase them once again—and neither party gives an owl’s hoot about what we think.  And that’s just as it should be. 



Sources:

“Memoir of Capt'n C.R. Perry of Johnson City, Texas: A Texas Veteran” by Cicero Rufus Perry, edited by Kenneth Kesselus. “Recollections of Early Texas—The Memoirs of John Holland Jenkins,” edited by John Holmes Jenkins III. “Edward Burleson—Texas Frontier Leader” by John H. Jenkins and Kenneth Kesselus. “Moore’s Defeat on the San Saba” Frontier Times Magazine Vol 3 No. 5 February 1926. “One Of Our Texas Queens” Frontier Times Magazine Vol 21 No. 04 - January 1944. “Thrilling Escape of Two of Hays’ Texas Rangers” Frontier Times Magazine Vol 06 No. 11 - August 1929. “Perry, Cicero Rufus (1822–1898)” Handbook of Texas Online. “Savage Frontier: 1838-1839” by Stephen L. Moore. “Winchester Warriors—Texas Rangers of Company D. 1874-1901” by Bob Alexander. “Texas Rangers—Lives, Legend, and Legacy” by Bob Alexander and Donaly E. Brice. Donaly E. Brice Speech, November 8, 2019, Bastrop, Texas. Email Exchanges, Lisa D. Bass, Rufus Perry Cousin, February, 2022.


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BOOKS

As V.J. Rose 

TREASURE HUNT IN TIE TOWN—Reader’s Favorite Five Star Award

A rancher takes his nephews on an adventurous hunt for buried treasure that lands them in all sorts of trouble. https://www.amazon.com/Treasure-Hunt-Town-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07GL2T2L6/ref=sr_1_1?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773588&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-1 

TESTIMONY

Two lonely people hide secrets from one another in a May-December romance set in the modern-day West. https://www.amazon.com/Testimony-V-J-Rose-ebook/dp/B07FBC971J/ref=sr_1_2?crid=SFQM7U0AN3FF&keywords=treasure+hunt+in+tie+town&qid=1569773615&s=books&sprefix=treasure+hunt+in%2Cstripbooks%2C201&sr=1-2 

As Easy Jackson 

A BAD PLACE TO DIE—Will Rogers Medallion Award and A SEASON IN HELL

Tennessee Smith becomes the reluctant stepmother of three rowdy stepsons and the town marshal of Ring Bit, the hell-raisingest town in Texas. https://www.amazon.com/Bad-Place-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042540/ref=tmm_mmp_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1569773439&sr=1-1

https://www.amazon.com/Season-Hell-Tennessee-Smith-Western/dp/0786042567/ref=pd_sbs_14_1/132-7644810-2844345?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=0786042567&pd_rd_r=f5f73ea9-df93-46e7-b002-87cd61097ca1&pd_rd_w=xTzD8&pd_rd_wg=OsUzo&pf_rd_p=d66372fe-68a6-48a3-90ec-41d7f64212be&pf_rd_r=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC&psc=1&refRID=FDF2CTCM49RMWFJ0WXXC

MUSKRAT HILL—Peacemaker Finalist

A little boy finds a new respect for his father when he helps him solve a series of brutal murders in a small Texas town. https://www.amazon.com/Muskrat-Hill-Easy-Jackson/dp/1432866044/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=muskrat+hill+by+easy+jackson&qid=1581181324&s=books&sr=1-1

Short Stories: 

WOLFPACK PUBLISHING - "A Promise Broken - A Promise Kept"—Spur Award Finalist

A woman accused of murder in the Old West is defended by a mysterious stranger.

https://www.amazon.com/Promise-Broken-Kept-Western-Short-ebook/dp/B07CYP3G3P/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=a+promise+broken+a+promise+kept+by+VJ+Rose&qid=1569773655&s=books&sr=1-1

 THE UNTAMED WEST – “A Sweet-Talking Man” —Will Rogers Medallion Award

 A sassy stagecoach station owner fights off outlaws with the help of a testy, grumpy stranger. A Will Rogers Medallion Award Winner. https://www.amazon.com/Untamed-West-L-J-Washburn-ebook/dp/B07GH7WB58/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=the+untamed+west+anthology&qid=1569773750&s=books&sr=1-3

UNDER WESTERN STARS - "Blood Epiphany"—Will Rogers Medallion Award

A broke Civil War veteran's wife has left him; his father and brothers have died leaving him with a cantankerous old uncle, and he's being beaten by resentful Union soldiers. At the lowest point in his life, he discovers a way out, along with a new thankfulness. A Will Rogers Medallion Award Winner.

https://www.amazon.com/Under-Western-Stars-Richard-Prosch/dp/B08KH3S2KR/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

 SIX-GUN JUSTICE WESTERN STORIES – “Dulcie’s Reward”

Seventeen-year-old Dulcie is determined to find someone to drive her cattle to the new market in Abilene. https://www.amazon.com/Six-Gun-Justice-Western-Stories/dp/B09FCCLTHQ/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=


Reenactment Video on YouTube “Blood in the Streets”  https://youtu.be/vrW_uFBGe8Q


 Anthology:

WHY COWS NEED COWBOYS: AND OTHER SELDOM-TOLD TALES FROM THE AMERICAN WEST

“Katie Jennings & John Holland Jenkins: Young Heroes in the Fight for Texas Independence”

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