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Texas Myths?! Texas Myths?!  What ya'll a doin here?  Are ya'll a native Texan?  Don't lie now?!  ALL native Texans know there ain't no such thang as a Texas Myth...

THEY'RE ALL TRUE!

Why even the legendary storee 'bout Billy the Kid livin' 'til he died in 1950's in Hico, Texas has been proven true!  Read the Story in the adjacent column.

 

And What about Judge Roy Bean?  He's real too! Born 1827 - Died March 16, 1903.  "The Law West of The Pecos!"

The Jersey Lilly

The Judge's Grave is located at the Whitehead Memorial Museum at 1308 South Main Street ~
Del Rio, Texas 78840
(830) 774-7568

 

John Wesley Hardin

John Wesley Hardin was born May 26, 1853, in Bonham, Texas. He was so mean he once shot a man just for snoring. Hardin was shot to death in El Paso on August 19, 1895, by a man he had hired to kill someone else.

 

Bonnie & Clyde

Clyde Barrow was born March 24, 1909, near Telico, TX.         Bonnie Parker was born on October 1, 1910, in Rowena, Texas.  They were gunned down together May 23, 1934 Black Lake, Louisiana. At 9:15 AM.

 

The Story of Bonnie & Clyde

By Bonnie Parker (1934)

You've read the story of Jesse James--
Of how he lived and died;
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie & Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They're not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate the law--
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."

The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it's fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy:
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."

The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights--
We aren't working nights--
We're joining the NRA."

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too smart or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.

Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief--
To the law a relief--
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

 

 

Lincoln's assassin, John Wilkes Booth (1838-1865?), tended
bar at a
Granbury, Texas
saloon long after he was officially dead, as John St. Helen, who confessed to the capital crime in the late 1870s. After escaping the Feds with the help of his co-conspirators, he made his way to Texas through a sympathetic South. He is not buried here, because after his death, St. Helen was mummified and displayed in traveling shows until 1972, when the mummy vanished.
 

John F Kennedy & Abraham Lincoln

They never met yet they so much in common & very much of it unbelievably strange or is it?  Click here to read of the unusual similarities!

Welcome to Our Legend

By Bob Hefner

In 1950, an El Paso reporter recorded an interview with Mrs. Mardle Ables, she was quoted having said that she had seen and talked to Billy the Kid the day before. She further stated that he was living under the alias of Ollie Roberts, nicknamed Brushy Bill.

Thus began one of the great mysteries of the American west. Could this infamous man, reputed to be one of the worst outlaw killers sworn dead and buried since 1881, have survived until 1950?

Could this be the beginning of the greatest hoax ever played on the American people?

In 1955, a book titled "Alias Billy the Kid" was published about the life of Ollie (Brushy Bill) Roberts. It established his claim to being the notorious Billy the Kid. His claim was written so one and all could understand. Nothing was withheld or hidden. The story caused a great deal of denial and controversy, even though in 1955, it would have been easy to prove or disproved as some of the key players were still alive. Contemporary writers and historians alike dismissed it out of hand or ignored it completely.

I became interested in the story 30 years later, somewhat by accident. A souvenir booklet I printed in honor of Hico's 100 Old Settler's Reunion was a synopsis of Brushy's story. The booklet attracted national attention and introduced me to some people and information that got me involved. From that time I knew I must see this to the end. I felt somehow responsible to solve this mystery, whether it prove or disprove Brushy's story, once and for all.

One of the people I met was William Tunstall of Roswell, New Mexico. I found that he was involved in doing the very thing I intended to do. Together we have fulfilled our ambitions. I readily acknowledge that it was split 80-20 with me doing the 20, (or less) however, the two parts completed the whole. We now have the evidence, and can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, the Old Brushy was Billy the Kid.

Like Brushy, we have written it all down. Nothing is hidden, implied, assumed or supposed. Tunstall's book "Billy the Kid and Me Were the Same" is out of print as is "Alias Billy the Kid". My book, "The Trial of Billy the Kid" was written before the final work was complete therefore a final work was necessary. I am proud to say that this has now been done. Working with Dr. Jannay Valdez (80-20 again), we have published "Billy the Kid Killed in New Mexico - Died in Texas." It will be available April 1, 1995,  it solves the mystery that began in 1950.

As you read this special supplement to The Hico News Review you may be sure that it is about a special person in our history. No, not just an outlaw, not a wanton killer instead it is about a man that fought for justice the only way he knew how. It is about a man that led a life almost too full to be written about. It is about a man that publicly confessed his wrongs because he wanted " to meet my maker with all things corrected".

Enjoy these stories about Brushy Bill Roberts who was indeed Billy the Kid. A part of our history, a part of Hico.

Click Here To learn
more about Hico,Texas!

 

"This is as good a day to die as any."

Cherokee Bill, March 17, 1896, as he stepped into the courtyard at Fort Smith & saw the gallows.  Born at Fort Concho, Texas, on Feb. 8, 1876. Dead at 20 yrs old.

 

 Jesse James Born Sept. 5, 1847.
Murdered by Robert Ford Apr. 3, 1882. or was he? 
NOPE! he died of natural causes in
1951 at the age of 103 in
Granbury, Texas

He lived out his life as J. Frank Dalton. 
His Headstone reads "CSA Jesse Woodson James.
Sept. 5, 1847-Aug.15, 1951.
Supposedly killed in 1882."

The Legend Lives On
By Gary Hancock

In 1951, then Hood County Sheriff Oran C. Baker was summoned to identify a blind Granbury man who had just lost a bout with pneumonia. One look at the body left Baker certain the man was 103-year-old Jesse James.

The man had been known around Granbury as J. Frank Dalton, but Baker had long suspected that name to be nothing more than an alias, and the body that lay before him, supported his theory.

For starters, the county sheriff noted several sure-fire identifying marks, including 33 scars left by bullet wounds. There also was a conspicuous scar on Dalton's neck. Baker claims it's the same type scar that would have been left by the rope that a 16-year-old James had briefly hung from before making a miraculous escape. Last but not least, the 103-year-old Frank Dalton had several burn marks on his feet, which would corroborate stories that Yankees had charred Jesse James' soles in a torturous effort to have him reveal where his brother Frank might be hiding.

With Sheriff Baker providing the final word on identification, the court house filed a certificate listing the deceased as Jesse Woodson James.

Some 50 years later, forensic anthropologists have gone a step further. On May 30, 2000 they exhumed Frank Dalton's bones from the Granbury Cemetery. The anthropologists will now conduct DNA testing which will once and for all determine whether Granbury's J. Frank Dalton was indeed the notorious Jesse James.

Some still claim Jesse James died in 1882 in St. Joseph, Missouri when fellow gang member Robert Ford allegedly gunned him down. But a growing cadre of historians now claim that Charlie Bigelow actually bit the bullet that fateful day and that Jesse James staged the whole thing in an effort to live his life incognito.

The story's revised version makes sense for several reasons. First, Charlie Bigelow, who rode with Jesse James, closely resembled Jesse. In fact, Charlie sometimes pretended to be the notorious outlaw, which made Jesse livid. Second, the bounty on Jesse James stood at $10,000, a tidy sum for Ford, Jesse, and Jesse's brother Frank to split as coconspirators. Third, James needed some way to get the heat off his back.

Some reports even claim that after Ford killed Bigelow, Jesse James shaved his distinctive handle-bar mustache and sauntered into town to sing at his own funeral.

Even the name J. Frank Dalton traces back to Jesse James. Dalton is the maiden name of Jesse's mother, and historians say the J. in J. Frank Dalton actually stood for Jesse.

The fact that Jesse James suffered from ophthalmic conjunctivitis is in sync with J. Frank Dalton having died a blind man. But the man who Ford killed in 1882 did not suffer from ophthalmic conjunctivitis. Neither did he have red hair like Jesse. The man who Ford killed had black hair.

Once Jesse James allegedly died in 1882, a conspicuously similar-looking J. Frank Dalton gave shooting exhibitions as a touring member of a wild west show. Evidently, Dalton engaged in bigamy as well. Historians now say he had several families located throughout the south, which came in handy whenever he needed a place to hide from the law.

When debating whether the Frank Dalton dug up in Granbury is actually Jesse James, one should also consider that James' core family owned ranch land west of Fort Worth. More importantly, one should consider that Dalton often claimed to be Jesse James once his advanced age made him less fearful of being pursued.

The late Ola Everhard, the woman who took care of Frank Dalton when he became ill, claimed her patient told her countless stories about his glory days as Jesse James, and Granbury's D.M. Biggs claimed a real estate friend of his once confirmed that Frank Dalton and Jesse James are one in the same.

According to Biggs, J. Frank Dalton one day approached the real estate agent and proceeded to tell him how Jesse and Frank James once used the barn behind the agent's childhood home as a hideaway. The real estate agent vividly remembered the incident from his childhood, and Dalton's recollection spared nary a detail. The real clincher came, though, when Dalton called the agent by his first name.

The now-deceased Glen Rose attorney Wayland Adams once recounted meeting Jesse and Frank James at the 1923 funeral for the Reverend George English. Adams said his dad "Bull" Adams introduced him to two men wearing long black Prince Albert coats. "Bull" introduced the man with a stern scowl and a black handlebar mustache as Uncle Frank. He introduced the other man, who happened to be smiling, as Frank's brother, but Wayland remembered everyone at the funeral saying "There (goes) Frank and Jesse James."

 
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