Hang the Archer Gang

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The Archer Gang was a set of four brothers,

Who took after the Reno’s and a slew of others.

Their reign of crime

Spanned decades of time

And they share the blame with moral-less fathers and mothers.

 

The Archers robbed stagecoaches, travelers, and trains.

Then they hid among kin like wheat among grains.

The Dalton’s and James,

The Fords and other lames,

Had similar families with outlaw-like brains.

 

They played the “good neighbor” until money ran low,

Then they grabbed pistols and shotguns and got up to go.

They roamed far and wide

To fleece others then hide,

But their years of success just darkened each soul.

 

After years on the run a mad posse came callin’.

And when their women-folk heard they all started bawlin’.

Tom, John, and Mort,

Vigilantes did abort

With nooses ’round necks that sparked caterwaulin’.

 

The youngest brother Sam made it to trial,

And was quickly convicted and lost his smug smile.

A noose was soon fetched

And Sam’s neck was stretched,

And the townsfolk commenced to party awhile.

 

History shows the Archer Gang had one of the longest crime waves.

But the end was the same: it sent them to their graves,

Where the outlaw soul

Has one place to go,

To Hell’s deepest hole with the volcanic caves.

 

© JW Thomas

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Abilene: wild beginnings

 

In the early days of Abilene

A wide open town in Kansas it would seem

They had a few who served the law

Those quick on the draw

But for the most part it was wicked and mean

 

You would see a gunfight pert near every day

Many came to the town honest then started to stray

Life was an oddity

And death was a commodity

For residents in Abilene in its heyday

 

Many a souls there quaked and quivered

Hoping by day-break they’d be delivered

The drunks had stopped drinkin’

By morning they’re stinkin’

And shoot ‘um ups slowed cuz’ gun hands shivered

 

But mornings turned to noon and then to night

And hangovers gave way to the call of dance hall delight

Between dealings quite shady

They’d court a scarlet lady

And just for kicks they’d cause someone fright

 

Cowboys and floozies danced cheek-to-cheek

Then turned and switched partners for a whole new treat

Cowboys chose pokin’

Or opium smokin’

Yes, every known sin was on an Abilene street

 

Don’t turn down a drink or you’ll be called out

Don’t be caught with a hole-card or you’ll feel a clout

Keep your horse off the pool table

And your paws off Aunt Mable

And you might live to see what Abilene’s all about

 

 

© JW Thomas

Killing Bill Dunn

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[Charley Pierce and Bitter Creek Newcomb killed by Dunn brothers]

Bill Dunn was a hunter of men.

Hunting bounties was a trade for him and his kin.

Calvin, George, Dal, and Bee,

brothers in a bloody family.

They spent most of their time engaged in some sin.

 

A road ranch was owned by the Brothers Dunn.

It was sometimes used by men on the run.

The men would salivate

Over teenage Rose, the bait,

till each of her brothers came with a gun.

 

When Charley Pierce and Bitter Creek Newcomb spent the night,

they were caught by surprise like a deer in the light.

As a matter of course

each stabled their horse,

then were waylaid with an ambush done right.

 

When loading the bodies for a trip to town,

Newcomb — thought dead — started coming around.

No thought of their sister,

just “a glass of water, Mister.”

But they sent him to Hell where no water is found.

 

Bill Dunn was with the posse that dropped Bill Doolin the same way.

But the townsfolk started wondering about their sense of fair play.

Bill tried to shift blame,

using Frank Canton’s name;

but his mouth charged a debt his body would have to pay.

 

Deputy Sheriff Canton faced Dunn on the streets of Pawnee.

And Dunn drew first for all witnesses to see.

But Canton was faster

to trigger his blaster,

and a head shot sent Bill Dunn to Death’s mystery.

 

 

© JW Thomas