Note: This story is from my book Highway History And Back Road Mystery II. The Indians called him the Iron Man because it seemed like their arrows and bullets could not hurt him. The boys at the Bucket of Blood Saloon in Holbrook, Arizona called him a dandy because of his long flowing hair and […]
Note: This story was in a previous edition of the Gypsy Journal. Hollywood and pulp fiction have glorified and made him out to be a hero, but in truth Billy the Kid was a ruthless runt who killed not only for money, but just for the thrill of killing. More then one unlucky cowboy met […]
Twelve days in the Denver area were about eleven days and twenty hours more than I needed. It sure was good to get the wheels rolling yesterday. We left the Westminster Elks lodge campground about 9:30 a.m., got on Interstate 25 and headed north, waving goodbye to the Denver skyline. Cruising down the highway with […]