Ned Buntline: the murder charge


A byline for Buntline came after a Navy hitch

First in Cincinnati, then to Nashville he did switch

With a sensational rag

Ned Buntline’s Own mag

Where some called him, “genius,” and some, “son of a bitch”


Charged with murder in forty-six, a mob took Buntline to lynch

Before a trial they grabbed a noose and tightened it to pinch

They strung him up high

But he didn’t die

And the whole affair soon had a stench


They found him “not guilty” on his day in court

And the mob would now like to go back and abort

“We’re sorry as heck

For the scar on your neck

We’d each like to buy you a rye whiskey quart”



A steer branded Murder



Gilliland feuded with Henry Harrison Powe

And one day they decided to go toe-to-toe

Powe went to Boot Hill

Cowboys say, “A clean kill”

And the steer with the brand tells the law what they know


A steer with the “Murder” brand

For years did wander the land

An odd Texas mystery

But true to its history

When a posse of Rangers killed Fine Gilliland

JW Thomas ©