An Outlaw's Day Off

by Phil Truman

Historical novels are a different kind of beast; you do your research, you write your book. Some facts you include, others you leave out, and the rest you make up to suit whatever story-telling goal you've got in mind. Then there are the bits you miss.

You call it a novel because there's a story you want to tell, an angle you want to reach thinking - hoping - the way you've put it down will reflect the illumination you're trying to achieve without corrupting the shine of the history you've set it in. But sometimes you miss things, sometimes things get by you.

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So, after all the edits are made, the presses roll, the bookseller shelves are stocked (virtually or otherwise), you come across a little something you wish you'd been able to include. Such is the case with my book, Red Lands Outlaw, the Ballad of Henry Starr.

A friend of mine, Bill Woodard, a retired engineer at Phillips Petroleum and fellow Oklahoma history buff (check out an earlier post here: Frank Phillips--Cow Thieves and Outlaws Reunion), came across an obscure little piece about Henry Starr. It literally fell into his lap while he was doing some research on Western artist Joe De Yong, who grew up in Oklahoma and was a protege of Charles M. Russell.

Woodard was born in Dewey, Oklahoma, the small town neighbor of Bartlesville, where Phillips Petroleum was founded. Dewey holds a lot of western heritage (see Tom Mix Museum), and is the burial place of Henry Starr. So during his research on De Yong, Bill opened a book about Russell from his grandfather's library, and an old yellowed newspaper clipping fell out. It appears to be a column relating a pre-statehood vignette from one of Bartlesville's founders, a merchant named George Keeler, and his encounter with the outlaw Starr. I don't have the date of the column, nor the source. Bill figured it was most likely from the Bartlesville Examiner-Enterprise printed sometime in the late 1940's or

Bucking Horse-Joe De Yong

early '50's. With apologies to the author/publisher, here's the content:

In the early days, well before statehood, when there were only four or five businesses here [Bartlesville], no streets or sidewalks, no rural  highways and no banks, the business men would take their money to Caney, Kansas to bank [a distance of about 20 miles].

The story goes that one time Keeler had assembled some cash and was beginning to feel quite nervous. In those days this locality was the headquarters for a lot of bandits, among them the famous Henry Starr.

Keeler decided that he would saddle up and take off for Caney with the bank roll, for it began to look like that was the less desperate chance to take. As Keeler would tell it, he started up the trail toward Caney, hoping he would be lucky and not meet up with some of the bad boys and get relieved of the cash.

He had traveled about a fourth of the distance when he saw a man on horseback coming down the trail toward him, only a short distance away.

“When I got a little closer,” Keeler would relate, “I saw that it was the one whom I most feared to meet – Henry Starr himself.

The Oatlaw Henry Starr

“It was too late to run, for Starr always had one of the fastest mounts in the country, and he would be sure to overhaul me and take my money.

“So I put the spurs to my horse and came up to him plenty fast and said, ‘Henry, I sure am glad to see you. I thought for a moment it was someone who might rob me. Now I would like to get you to ride along and guard me up to Caney so that I can put this sack of money in the bank.’

“And, do you know, Starr took me up on the proposition and rode guard over me all the way to Caney. And I got every cent of the money in the bank."

I wish I could've used this story in my novel because it perfectly illustrates the picture I wanted to paint of Henry Starr - he was sure enough a thief and an outlaw, but he was no scoundrel.

You can read more about the life and times of Henry Starr in Phil Truman's award-winning novel,  Red Lands Outlaw, the Ballad of Henry Starr. Other novels by Truman include GAME, an American Novel, a sports inspirational about small town schoolboy football, and Legends of Tsalagee, a mystery/adventure in a small town. His western short story “Last Will for an Outlaw” appears in LaFrontera Publishing’s anthology, Dead or Alive, released June 2013. 
 
Phil’s website is: http://philtrumanink.com/  



 

Cow Thieves and Outlaws Reunion

Henry Starr did one thing in his life pretty well, he robbed banks.

The banker that morning in 1906 didn’t know about Starr when the young Cherokee, his hat in hand, approached his desk. “I’d like to hire some money, 'bout five hundred dollars,” Starr said.

The new bank in Bartlesville, I.T. (soon to be the new state of Oklahoma) hadn’t yet been open two months, and the bank officer, L.E. Phillips, was the right hand man and brother to bank owner, Frank Phillips. This handsome young fellow would be their first loan customer.

“What’s your name,” asked the banker.

“Henry Starr.”

“What do you do?"

“Oh, I work various jobs around here.”

“Do you have any collateral?”

Henry shifted his feet, and looked sideways. “I ain’t sure. What’s that?”

“It means do you have any property or goods to secure the loan…” L.E. Smiled. “In case you don’t pay it back.”

“Well, I got my horse and saddle…and my Henry rifle.” Starr could tell by the banker’s expression that wouldn’t be enough. “I reckon they’s a couple fellers here in town would stand by me for the money."

Sizing up the young man, L.E. decided he looked like a hard worker. Plus, the references he’d provided were reputable men in the community, so they filled out the papers and L.E. handed Henry the cash money.

Later that day, when brother Frank looked over the day’s transactions, he asked “You gave Henry Starr a loan?”

“Why, yes,” answered L.E. “Do you know him?”

“Only by reputation,” his brother answered. “He’s robbed several banks.”

The color left L.E.’s face and he grabbed the back of a chair to steady himself.

Frank laughed softly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I believe he’ll pay it all back.”

And Henry Starr did, on time and with interest.

In his book Oil Man Michael Wallis said this about the Iowa farm boy turned barber turned banker

Frank Phillips

turned oil tycoon: “Frank Phillips [founder of Phillips Petroleum Company] was…a complete contradiction. It had to do with outlaws, real honest-to-goodness desperadoes. When it came to outlaws…the ramrod stiff banker and conservative businessman side of Frank Phillips melted like a cube of sugar in a cup of hot jamoke.”

The community of outlaws in those parts knew it, too, which gained him a certain amount of respect among the local banditti. They even extended to Frank Phillips that part of the brigands’ code about honor among thieves. No one ever robbed his bank, or stole one head of cattle off his ranch. It’s said many outlaws deposited cash money in the Phillips' bank, the source of such lucre being dubious. Most likely, much of it came from unlawful withdrawals from other area banks. Could’ve been Henry Starr borrowed that $500 to outfit an upcoming job. He was a thorough planner. But Frank believed in the frontier version of don’t ask, don’t tell. On the other hand, many owners of said robbed banks made out like bandits themselves by reporting to the insurance examiners two to three times the amounts actually stolen. So it was win-win-win.

Frank Phillips was enamored with the Old West and its ways. He loved outlaws and lawmen and cowboys and Indians and roughnecks and all such people and things. After his oil millions started pouring in he purchased land in the Osage hills of the I.T. putting in cattle and horses and buffalo to roam the 3,600 acres of prairie, hills, and woodlands. It became known as the FP Ranch, and later Woolaroc. He built a rustic lodge overlooking a spring-fed lake. The lodge became his personal retreat, as well as a place to entertain eastern business associates and celebrities he wanted to impress with western lore.

The Outlaw Henry Wells

The vast FP Ranch crossed into and butted up against the campgrounds and hide-outs for several local desperadoes like Al Spencer, Frank Nash, and Henry Wells. It’s said on more than one occasion Phillips would ride up to Wells’ cabin to spend a night playing poker with Wells and his group of shady characters.

Phillips even put Wells on his ranch payroll any time he had guests at the lodge, just to add an air of old west authenticity. One time when a group of easterners came to town, eager to experience the flavor of the “real” west, Phillips had a stage coach meet them at the train station to transport them to the ranch. A mile or so from the main gate, Wells and his mounted gang stopped the stage at gun point and robbed the passengers of every wallet, diamond stickpin, and watch fob. One or two of the party figured Phillips had staged the whole thing, but after Wells and his boys pushed some of them around a little, they weren’t rightly sure. When they got to the lodge, all a-bluster, they found their belongings on a table, and Wells and his gang out back drinking beer and laughing.

Phillips had a lot of company picnics and barbeques at the ranch, but he wanted to devise a way to salute all the outlaws and lawmen and cowboys, plus citizens of the Osage Nation where he'd drilled for oil. He headed up the formation of an association for all these tough guys, and in 1927 held the first of an annual gathering called the Cow Thieves and Outlaws Reunion.

About 100 “guests” attended the first Reunion, all by invitation, but in the years to come the guest list and crowd swelled to well over a thousand. Plenty of cow thieves and outlaws attended, but also

Osage Chief  Star That Travels, a.k.a. Bacon Rind

lawmen, politicians, celebrities and businessmen. It was colorful, to say the least. None were admitted without an invitation; however, Phillips left instructions at the gate to welcome in any American Legion boys in uniform, any cowboy on horseback, and any full-blooded Indians in "costume."

Reunion ground rules were simple: all guns, knives, and grudges had to be checked at the gate. After the festivities, the lawmen had to give the outlaws time to nurse their hang-overs and get a 24 hour head start.

The annual party that was started by “Uncle Frank” Phillips in 1927 continues to this day. It's hard to say how many cow thieves or outlaws show up nowadays as it’s an entertainment and dinner shindig for mainly Woolaroc Museum patrons. And most likely any veterans or regalia-clad Indians or mounted cowboys would still need to lay down the $75 price for a ticket at the gate to gain entrance. More than 900 attended last year, and they have big expectations for this year’s event. No doubt the spirit of Osage Chief Bacon Rind, the outlaw Henry Wells, and  Uncle Frank will be there, too. 

Phil Truman has authored three of what he calls, “Oklahoma-centric” novels.  Red Lands Outlaw, the Ballad of Henry Starr,  a historical novel about the life and times of an Oklahoma outlaw, was a 2013 Peacemaker Award nominee and finalist for the 2013 Will Rogers Medallion for Western Fiction. His novel GAME, an American Novel is a sports inspirational about small town schoolboy football. Legends of Tsalagee weaves a tale of mystery and adventure in a small town. His western short story “Last Will for an Outlaw” appears in LaFrontera Publishing’s anthology, Dead or Alive, released June 2013. 

Phil’s website is: http://philtrumanink.com/