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
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
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.
Clyde Barrow was born March 24, 1909, near
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.
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.
John Wilkes Booth (1838-1865?), tended
bar at a
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
John F Kennedy & Abraham Lincoln
never met yet they so much in common & very much of it
unbelievably strange or is it?
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
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
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
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.
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.
Born Sept. 5, 1847.
Murdered by Robert Ford Apr. 3, 1882. or was he?
died of natural causes in
1951 at the age of 103 in
He lived out his life as
J. Frank Dalton.
His Headstone reads "CSA Jesse Woodson
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
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
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."