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April 18, The beautiful Bessie Colvin is fed up. Ends The summoned Dr. No vital organs were hit. Etta Clark turned herself in to the police and was charged with attempted first-degree murder.
On May 13, a jury found Etta not guilty on grounds of self-defense. Incredibly, after the dust had settled and the wounds healed, Alice Abbott sweet-talked Bessie Colvin into returning to work at her brothel. One authority has the marshal packing a pair of "silver-plated. Famous lawman Jim Gillett, a contemporary of Stoudenmire, presented two ivory-gripped Navy Colts, obviously too long-barreled to have been carried in any but the most cavernous of pockets, to Sul Ross University at Alpine, Texas.
Gillett believed these revolvers to have been Stoudenmire's and the integrity of Jim Gillett is above question. Gordon Frost, a prominent El Paso gun collector and author, has obtained a. One of the rare transition models that bridged the gap between the Chambered for the. Trimmer, with fewer projections to catch on clothing than Models, a pair of these big-bore belly guns would provide all the firepower needed for any but the most prolonged encounters.
The Frost gun is said to have been removed from Stoudenmire's pocket at the time of his death and is persuasive evidence that not all westerners chose the Peacemaker Colt. Whatever sixguns he carried, Stoudenmire used them with deadly precision. Johnnie Hale, a ranch manager employed by the Manning brothers, leaders of the gaming crowd, was on trial for the murder of two Mexican youths. Not caring for the way the court interpreter was translating the Spanish testimony of the witnesses, he buttonholed the linguist on the street during a court recess.
Words were exchanged, and the accused murderer vented his spleen by jerking a Colt and killing the interpreter with a bullet through the head. Stoudenmire, standing nearby, ran toward the gunman, drew from his pocket, and snapped a shot at Hale which missed and killed a curious onlooker. Steadying a bit, Stoudenmire fired again, dropping Hale dead at the side of his own victim.
George Campbell, a friend of Hale, drew his gun and began retreating from the scene, muttering, "This is not my fight". Probably Campbell was just covering his departure and didn't intend to fire. Pointing a weapon in even the general direction of the two-gun lawdog was decidedly an unhealthy and foolhardy move. Stoudenmire dropped him in his tracks, leaving four men dead in five seconds, three of them victims of three rounds from the marshal's right-handed Colt.
Next, the ex-deputy marshal Bill Johnson, a fuzzy-minded lover of good bourbon, became convinced that it was his duty to rid the city of the dangerous Stoudenmire. Johnson, armed with a double-barreled shotgun, posted himself behind a pile of bricks in front of which Stoudenmire passed each night on his rounds.
As the tough badgetoter passed, Johnson swayed to his feet and touched off both barrels, scoring the most costly two complete misses of his colorless career. Stoudenmire's hands flashed to his pockets, and Johnson fell for the long count, riddled with bullets. As the pressure increased, Stoudenmire himself began hitting the booze. His Brother-in-law, Doc Cummings, was killed by the Manning brothers, or one of their retinue.
The marshal became surly and more dangerous under the burdens of grief and sourmash whiskey, and an alarmed city administration maneuvered him into resigning. Drunk and resentful, Dallas Stoudenmire went to the Manning saloon on the morning of September 18, Tempers flared, and Doc Manning, a diminutive man with the fighting instincts of a terries, drew a double action.
Manning's second shot pierced the ex-marshal's left arm and chest near the shoulder. Stoudenmire recovered long enough to shoot the little doctor through the right arm, knocking his gun from his grasp. Doc Manning, knowing he was dead if Stoudenmire let off another shot, embraced the wounded giant with both arms, pinning his gun hand to his side.
As the two duelists struggled in this embrace, Jim Manning fired a frightened shot into a barber pole with his Colt. His second shot was more controlled, killing Stoudenmire with a slug in the left temple and proving that it is not necessary to be an expert to best an expert when conditions are in your favor. Hollywood scenario writers and pulp magazine hacks have been largely responsible for the current concept of the western gunfighter. In attributing impossible gun skill to such fumblers as Doc Holliday and Mafia-type murderers as Bill Bonney, they have succeeded in glamorizing some pretty unsavory characters.
At the same time, they have completely ignored a great many gunfighters who were at least as proficient as the Doc and the Kid and just as deserving of notice. Dodge City and Tombstone were mere flashes in the pan when examined against the year reign of the sixshooter in El Paso. The Mexican border country was then, and is today, the bailiwick of more genuine hardcases than any other locale west of the Mississippi.
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Excellent history of El Paso's wild west past. It was a great read and I thank a friend for lending it to me from his private library.
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