stone rest the mortal remains of Oliver G. Thornton, who never tried
a citizen’s arrest, who was not a rancher, who never tried to blackmail
anyone, and who was definitely murdered—but not by Will Carver.
I wasn’t always a Western writer, though I’ve been a writer of one
sort or another all my adult life. Still, until you can all yourself
an author—that means you make a living writing and don’t have to
do anything else—you have to have a job or eating gets mighty slim.
For a good portion of my adult life the job I held was that of law-enforcement
officer. At one point I was considered a fair to middlin’ detective.
I’m going to bring the two—writer and detective—together and piece
together, if possible, from remaining information and clues, what
really happened at Planche Spring Farm, seven miles north and a
little west of Eden,
Concho County, Texas, on the morning of March 27, 1901.
start with what I know or have found out about Oliver G. Thornton.
He was born October 3, 1866, but I don’t know where. He married
Mary J. ‘Mamie’ Steen in Concho County on April 27, 1900. Mamie
was a schoolteacher. Ollie himself is said to have been a part-time
teacher. He and Mamie had no children. The two lived on a leased
quarter-section. He also worked part-time for Ed Dozier, an ex-sheriff
of Concho County. The nature of Ollie’s employment with Dozier neither
legend, records, nor local memory recalls.
place in Concho County was located at or near Planche Spring, not
over a mile from the Thornton home. It, too, was a leased quarter-section.
On it lived Edward or Edgar Kilpatrick, his wife Etta, their sons
Daniel Boone (known as D. B. or Boone), George, Benjamin A., Felix,
and Will and their daughters Ola and Alice. In 1901 George was described
as being 26, Ben
24. Boone was the oldest. Felix was a young married man in 1912,
so he was 12 or 13. The two girls were younger than Felix and Will
was an infant. The family livelihood, earned mostly by Boone, was
derived from farming and raising hogs and sheep.
Sometime prior to March 27, 1901, Ben,
who had been riding with the Cassidy-Longabaugh bunch, came home
to let the world cool off. With him he brought two men. They were
introduced in the neighborhood as Bob McDonald and Charles Walker.
Both men were described as 5’5” to 5’6”, 135 to 140 lbs, 35 to 40
years old. Walker was further described a having a heavy, dark-brown
moustache and a bald or balding head. No further description was
given of McDonald, so I’ll assume he was clean-shaven and had most
of his hair on the grounds that had he looked like a cueball or
Santa Claus somebody would have mentioned it.
Please note there is no mention anywhere of an extra woman. The
only known females at Planche Spring were Etta Kilpatrick and her
two daughters, all well known in the area. If Laura Bullion came
to Concho County she didn’t impress anyone enough to mention the
fact. Laura Bullion was a woman who would have left an impression
on Concho County in 1901. Concho County has been home to some mighty
rugged men from both sides of the law—besides Ben
Kilpatrick, it claims Earl Rudder, who as a Lieutenant Colonel
in 1944 led a battalion of Rangers up the Pointe du Hoc cliffs on
D-Day, and General
Ira Eaker, who commanded the 8th Air Force in Britain during
it’s never been noted for glamorous female outlaws.
So far as I can tell things weren’t very exciting in the little
box house at Planche Spring on the morning of March 27. Boone and
Mamma Etta were at a sheep camp several miles away. Ed, George,
Felix, baby Will, the two strangers, and the girls were at home.
Evidence seen later indicated that at least some of them were playing
croquet in the yard, but it’s not known for certain who was in the
game. Nobody was forted up and looking for war. The place wasn’t
bristling with Winchester barrels. In other words, nobody was looking
for anything unusual to happen.
around 9:30 that morning Ollie Thornton went for a walk in the direction
of the Kilpatrick place. Why he did I don’t know for sure, but I
can make an educated guess. I also don’t know for sure why he was
carrying a .22 rifle, but I can make an educated guess on that,
Not that there
aren’t all sorts of accounts. He was going over to protest to Boone
about laying proprietary hands on hogs belonging to Ed Dozier. He
was going over to make a citizen’s arrest of a houseful of hardcases
(the schoolteacher with his .22 was going to do this!). He was going
over to blackmail the outlaws out of a thousand bucks. There are
probably a dozen more.
None of them make much sense. If Ed Dozier wanted to say something
to Boone about the hogs, Boone wasn’t hard to find and there’s no
suggestion, locally, that he was a violent man. Ollie Thornton was
pushing 35—certainly at an age of discretion. Even a 1901 schoolteacher
had—or should have had—better sense than to try and brace four outlaws,
three of whom (Ben
and the strangers) might well be killers, with a .22. Sure, there
are people that dumb, but most of them don’t live to see 30, let
Was he snooping on behalf of his ex-sheriff boss? Depends on how
expendable Ed Dozier considered him. He certainly had no qualifications
as a snooper, and there’s no suggestion, locally, that Ed made up
to Mamie after Ollie was killed.
Let’s look at another possibility. It was pretty much an open secret
in Concho County that Ben
was a badman. There was no particular mystery about the fact that
he was home with a couple of strangers who were probably as well-wanted
as he was. Texas, in the 19th and early 20th centuries, had a way
of dealing with that—“You don’t foul the nest, we don’t make trouble.”
and his pals kept their noses clean in and around Concho County.
No saddle horses turned up missing. No banks or stores got robbed.
Local law didn’t worry too much about the fact that some Yankee
bankers and the Pinkertons were after the boys. Texas
was Rebel to the core and would remain so for years. Very few people
in Texas had any love for Yankee bankers
There is a deep human urge which can best be described as the yen
to stick one’s nose in where it doesn’t really belong in order to
see something one can tell one’s grandchildren about. Ollie Thornton
wasn’t a particularly prominent person. He wouldn’t be able to bounce
grandchildren on his knee and tell them about the cattle empire
he built—but he could, if he went sneaking through the brush, tell
his grandchildren about the time he actually saw Ben
Kilpatrick, the notorious outlaw, in the flesh. If you think
that’s not a natural human urge, try passing an accident scene on
the highway without slowing down to look.
around 10 AM Thornton approached the house from beyond the hogpen,
lawyer John Harrod expressed it to me—“from agarita-berry bush to
agarita-berry bush,” trying to sneak a peek at the outlaws. When
he reached a point about 50 yards from the house, pretty much alongside
the hogpen, a single shot was fired. Oliver G. Thornton, aged 34
years, 5 months, and 23 days, would never get any older. He’d also
never see the first wedding anniversary he and Mamie had coming
up in exactly one month.
Simultaneously, the Kilpatricks had a problem on their hands. Ben
was enthusiastically wanted by a number of folks including the Pinks
for his participation in various felonies. ‘McDonald’ and ‘Walker’
were aliases for men traveling with a known felon and fugitive.
What are the odds they, too, were fugitives, so well known that
their real names would be instantly recognizable? George Kilpatrick
may not have been as enthusiastically wanted as his younger brother,
but there’s little question some law somewhere wanted to discuss
more than shoes, ships, and sealing wax with him.
A dead man, particularly a local man who would be quickly missed,
about whom questions would be asked immediately—most particularly
a man nobody had any reason to consider other than harmless—was
the last thing the Kilpatricks wanted or needed on their place.
That’s why the Kilpatricks—and anyone else with an iota of common
sense—can be considered innocent of the actual shooting of Oliver
Thornton, though certainly not innocent of the aftermath. The suggestion
one writer made—that George Kilpatrick killed Thornton as a sort
of initiation into big-time outlawry—is patently absurd. Above all,
you didn’t foul the nest. There was—and is—nothing so dear to a
fugitive as a safe home base. The Planche Spring place was the only
thing in that line available to George, Ben,
‘Walker,’ and ‘McDonald.’ Anyone who wasn’t a mad-dog killer certainly
should have had better sense than to plug a local boy.
impossible to fix either a timetable or a proper sequence to what
happened over the next 8 hours or so, but certain things happened.
These are those things, in no particular order.
The girls were sent to the sheep camp to be with Boone and their
mother. I know this because they first claimed to have been at the
sheep camp all along and to know nothing about the shooting. In
later years at least Ola admitted to having been at the house, but
claimed not to know who fired the shot other than it wasn’t one
of her brothers. Ed, Felix, and Will remained at the house. George,
‘Walker,’ and ‘McDonald’ saddled up and made tracks. It’s known
for sure that George and ‘McDonald’ went southwest because of what
happened later. Several folks say Ben
and ‘Walker’ went with them. However, there’s very strong circumstantial
evidence to tell us that one party, probably Ben
and his companion, went north first, and no good reason to believe
they’d sacrifice a 30 mile ride to the north and a two-day head
start to swing back to the south.
about dark, when Ollie didn’t show up for supper, Mamie went looking
for him. She and her little dog headed toward the Kilpatrick place,
which tells us she had an idea where he’d gone. It’s highly unlikely,
given the state of male-female relationships in the era, that had
Ollie gone over to do something stupid like try to blackmail the
outlaws or make a citizen’s arrest, or even to snoop on them for
the law, he’d have told Mamie what he was up to. Women, in 1901,
were not even supposed to know things like that went on, much less
know where and when they happened.
Mamie got to the Kilpatrick place a little after dark, and—being
nearsighted—missed the body twice. She wasn’t, after all, looking
for a corpse. Her little dog found Ollie next to the hogpen, his
.22 alongside him.
That .22 has
caused a lot of fiction. Yes, Oliver Thornton was armed. He had
a .22. Nobody but a would-be suicide goes out to brace possible
killers with a .22, and Ollie had a lot to live for. Yes, it’s possible
he got overconfident and popped off to a pack of wolves—such things
do happen, but they don’t happen often. In reconstructing what happened
I think I can ignore that possibility as entirely too far-fetched.
What’s a .22 good for? If you and your wife are living on her 1901
schoolmarm’s salary and what you can pick up at odd jobs, a .22’s
a right handy piece of household equipment. It puts meat in the
pot—rabbits, squirrels, and the like—and that saves grocery money.
Ollie Thornton didn’t carry the gun because he wanted to shoot somebody
with it or even for self-defense. He carried it for the same reason
country people keep a .22 in the pickup today—it’s right handy for
putting a rabbit in the stewpot. In all probability he never thought
of what his appearance at the Kilpatrick place, rifle in hand, would
cause a wanted outlaw to think. He’d never been around wanted outlaws.
Mamie couldn’t get Ollie home in the dark, and the Kilpatricks were
very little help. She had to find her way home, crying her eyes
sunup the next morning Mamie went to Paint
Rock and reported the murder. I don’t know what time she arrived,
but I know that Sheriff Jim Howze and his deputy, together with
John Waide, the local barber who filled in as an undertaker when
one was needed, didn’t get to the scene until nearly dark on the
28th. I can speculate, based on known facts and what’s known about
how rural communities operate even today, on what happened.
It’s nearly 14 miles from Planche Spring to Paint
Rock. In all likelihood Ollie and Mamie had only one horse,
a plow plug that doubled on the buggy on Saturday and Sunday. At
first light—she probably didn’t sleep much that night—Mamie went
out and caught up the horse. That took anywhere from ten minutes
to half an hour or so, depending on the horse’s mood that morning.
She had to hitch him to the rig, something Ollie usually did and
she didn’t know how to do very well. That probably took the better
part of an hour. The 14 miles took another 3 to 4 hours, considering
the state of most rural roads in West
Texas in 1901. I’ll let her arrive in Paint
Rock about noon.
She went directly to the courthouse
and reported the killing to Jim Howze. The first thing he did, of
course, was pick up the telephone to call the central operator in
get the word out. Unfortunately, someone else had also thought about
the telephone. The line had been cut twice, once in the Malloy pasture
not far south of the Kilpatrick place, and again north of town.
was cut off from any outside communication any faster than a horse
could carry a man. The only telephone line in Concho County came
south from Ballinger,
Rock, and on to Eden.
It might have been the first year of the 20th century, but Jim Howze
was back to 1870 as far as communication went.
He did what any good lawman would do under the circumstances. He
found two trustworthy men with fast horses and sent one north, the
other south, to spread the word of the murder together with the
names and descriptions Mamie was busy giving to his deputy and the
county clerk. They were told to ride the telephone line and spot
the breaks so the line could be repaired. Then he had to go hunt
up John Waide, get him to shut down the barber shop, and find a
wagon and team to bring the body back. Then he had to find someone
dependable to hold down the sheriff’s office while he and his deputy
were gone. Once everything else was gathered, he had to find someone
to look after Mamie. All this took time, and—coupled with another
3 or 4 hours back to Planche Spring in the wagon—it took all day.
The sheriff and his party didn’t arrive at the Kilpatrick place
until nearly dark on the 28th.
the law finally did get there, the only people on hand were Ed,
Felix, and Will. The little boy was in the house, asleep. Mamma
Etta, the girls, and Boone were at the sheep camp. George, Ben,
and the two strangers had taken to the brush.
Ed Kilpatrick was questioned by the law. He told Jim Howze that
Thornton came prowling around with a rifle in his hand, Charles
Walker saw him, and shot him on the assumption that he was law or
snooping for the law. That’s probably as close to the truth as ever
came out. The San Angelo Standard embroidered it considerably,
reporting that Thorton came, rifle in hand, to the Kilpatrick place
and accused the Kilpatricks of causing damage to Ed Dozier’s land
by allowing their hogs to run on it. He then threw down (with his
.22) on at least three heavily armed men. Walker shot him, he tried
to run, and Walker shot him again. Other accounts have him shot
three or four times, all but once in the back.
Waide, in his capacity as make-do undertaker, washed, shaved, and
dressed the body. In an interview with John Eaton of Sonora
in 1963, the year before Waide died, he said there was only one
wound in the body, in the chest, from the front. Since Mr. Waide
said ‘one wound’ very specifically and did not mention an exit wound
in the back, I’ll proceed from this point on the assumption that
the weapon used in the murder, while of sufficient power to kill
a man with a single shot to the chest at 50 yards, was of a nature
that the bullet could not be expected to penetrate a human body
completely at that range.
The phone lines were spliced and the word went out. The only description
of McDonald was the one we already have, but Walker was described
as ‘a shade shorter’ than McDonald. McDonald’s horse was not described.
Walker was described as previously mentioned, and was said to be
riding a dun horse branded ‘b’ on the left shoulder and jaw. Ben
was described as 24, 6’ tall (other descriptions have him as much
as 6’6”) 180 to 200 lbs, dark complected and dark haired, wearing
a ¾” beard, riding a big, unbranded bay gelding. George was described
as 26, the same height and weight as Ben,
light complected with sandy hair, riding a brown or dark bay horse
branded EL on the shoulder.
the evening of Tuesday, April 1, 1901, two hard-looking men entered
the Castillo store at the southwest corner of Plum Street and Tom
Green Avenue in Sonora,
the county seat of Sutton County, about 70 miles west by south of
They bought baking powder and flour. They asked about grain for
their horses, and Victor Castillo, who was a child in his father’s
store at the time, told John Eaton that the men were more concerned
about getting some fresh chewing tobacco than about horse feed.
His dad didn’t have any eatin’ tobacker on hand. Some accounts put
two more men in the darkness outside, who split off and went west
while the other two rode north into town, but a cut phone line between
argues heavily against them being Ben
and ‘Charles Walker.’
The two men
left the Castillo store and made at least one more stop in search
of horse feed and chaw. Finally they rode directly down Main Street
from the courthouse
to Concho Avenue, turned west on Concho, and stopped at the Ogden
store on the north side of the street, just half a block west of
Main. Their progress was not unobserved.
Some weeks earlier several men, well dressed and driving a buggy
with rubber tires, had been in Sutton County claiming to be horse
buyers from Fort Worth.
When word got out of the Thornton murder and descriptions of the
suspects followed—they got out of Ballinger
by phone on the 28th—Sutton County lawmen immediately noted that
the descriptions fit the ‘rubber-tired buggy men.’ Word went out
to the citizens to be on the lookout. Boosie Sharp, brother of Sutton
County Deputy Sheriff Henry Sharp, spotted the strangers and recognized
them as two of the ‘rubber-tired buggy men’ the sheriff was looking
for. He contacted his brother.
Sharp went to his boss, Sheriff Elijah S. ‘Lige’ Briant, at his
drugstore barely two blocks away on Main. Briant summoned Deputy
J. L. Davis and Constable W. D. Thomason. All four officers armed
themselves with sixshooters and proceeded to the Ogden store, where
someone—later said to be Boosie Sharp, though Boosie, being unarmed,
stayed behind—struck a match to examine the brands on the horses.
The flare of the match should have alerted the men inside, but apparently
it didn’t. The four officers stepped into the store and ordered
the two men bending over grain sacks to put up their hands.
Somebody moved wrong, but who moved first and wrongest remains speculative.
Some sources say the tall man made a fumbling grab for his pistol,
others say the shorter man made a first-rate snatch at his but wasn’t
fast enough to beat the drop. Lige Briant had recently recovered
from being seriously wounded by a felon during an arrest and was
in no mood to take chances. All four officers emptied their guns.
The shorter man was hit six times, once in the right chest, the
bullet lodging next to his spine, twice each in the right arm and
leg, and once in the temple. The tall man was hit solidly once in
the left chest, the bullet exiting behind his left shoulder, and
grazed or skinned four times, twice on the left arm, once on the
left knee, and once when a bullet struck his skull at an extreme
angle, penetrating skin but not bone, and traveled between skin
and skull. It finally lodged above his ear, from where it was removed
when a doctor slit the skin and allowed it to pop out. The wounds
of both were considered mortal.
Depending on whether the sixshooters were loaded five beans in the
wheel or six around, a total of from 20 to 24 shots were fired at
a range of no more than 10 feet. Since there were only 11 hits,
there were 9 or 13 clean misses. This sounds like some pretty poor
shooting, but it likely wasn’t. If the room was lit with an oil
lamp or gaslight rather than electricity, the concussion of the
first shot blew the flame out, leaving everybody in the dark. Even
if it was lit with electricity, the officers were likely loaded
with black powder or Lesmok, a mixture of black and ‘smokeless’
powder widely used at the time since it didn’t overpressure weapons
not proofed for smokeless powder. In either case, the first 3 or
4 shots put so much smoke in the room that the officers were simply
firing into the cloud.
two presumed outlaws were taken to the Sutton County jail, where
they were given opium to ease their pain. The short man began to
rave, shouting “Shell ‘em, boys, shell ‘em,” “You’ll stick by me,
old pal,” and several other things, but naming no names. When the
raving finally stopped, he was asked his own name. He first said
it was ‘Off,’ but later said he was “one of the Carver boys—Will
Carver.” He was later identified as Will Carver, who had cowboyed
on the ‘Sixes’ ranch of Stilson, Cave, Tharpe, Ryburn, & Co. in
Irion and Sutton Counties between 1889 and the winter layoff of
’91. Ben Binyon of Sonora,
who had known him well then, made the identification. He acknowledged
knowing Binyon and admitted his own identity to his old acquaintance.
Lee Aldwell, who had also known him, identified him and commented
that he had been highly regarded and had many friends. Several other
ex-‘Sixes’ cowboys also identified Carver.
George Kilpatrick admitted his own identity. He claimed to know
the man as ‘Bill,’ and said he had only known him a few weeks. George
claimed he hadn’t been at the house when the shooting took place—if
he’d said he was he would have put his head in a noose—but that
he’d heard Bob McDonald did it. Carver was not McDonald. McDonald
was a little shorter, with a big dark moustache and a balding head.
isn’t a contradiction. Carver and ‘Walker’ would have used their
own first names at the farm, with the aliases being reserved for
nosey-parkers. George had a slug through his chest and a pretty
nasty headache from the slug that hit his head. He can probably
be excused for being unsure who was ‘McDonald’ and who was ‘Walker.’
Carver, who’d ridden away from the ‘Sixes’ back in ’91, telling
his pals “Next time you see me I’ll be wearing diamonds or a pine
box,” died in the Sutton County jail on April 2, 1901. His belongings
were inventoried: one Colt .45 caliber revolver, ‘silver’ plated
(probably nickel) with ivory grips, serial #20916; one Smith & Wesson
hammerless revolver, caliber .38 (probably the S&W ‘lemonsqueezer’
in .38 S&W), one gold Elgin watch, one compass in a silver case,
one diamond ring (it later auctioned for $200, so it wasn’t small),
one thin gold band ring very like a woman’s wedding ring, which
it probably was, $45 in currency, and a cartridge belt containing
both .45 Colt cartridges and a quantity of ‘.30 US Army’ cartridges
with full metal jacketed bullets. In 1901 that would have been the
.30-40 Krag round. There was also a photo of a young woman, later
identified as the niece of the late Vivian or Viana Byler of Tom
Green County. Carver’s horse was an unbranded sorrel with a light,
cheap, new saddle. There was no rifle on the saddle.
The marriage of William R. Carver and ‘Vivian’ Byler was registered
at the Tom
Green County Courthouse on February 10, 1892. The records of
Sherwood Cemetery in Tom Green County list the burial of ‘Viana
E.’ Byler, born July 24, 1874, died July 22, 1892. Local gossip
holds she died in childbirth. Grocery store arithmetic tells us
Viana was two days short of her 18th birthday, and—if Vivian and
Viana E. were the same person--she and Carver had been married five
months and twelve days. Draw your own conclusions.
is buried in the Sonora Cemetery, where he rests today under a small
stone bearing the date April 2, 1901, and no name. There are several
stories about how the stone came to be—and, of course, several which
say “It ain’t Will, it’s gotta be somebody else, ‘cause I done seen
Will down in Mexico in ’12 an’ he looked plumb healthy to me,” but
they do not bear on the Thornton murder case.
April 3 Mamie swore out a warrant charging Ed and George Kilpatrick
as accessories in the murder of her husband, Oliver G. Thornton,
by Bob McDonald and Charles Walker. Ed and George both immediately
claimed they were nowhere around when it happened and sued for habeas
corpus. Ed then changed his story. It was not Walker who shot Thornton,
it was McDonald. McDonald was the man killed in Sonora.
George held out a couple of days and then joined the chorus. Carver
wasn’t McDonald, he was Walker, or maybe he was McDonald after all,
but whatever, he’d shaved his moustache, he’s the one who shot Thornton,
he did it all on his own, none of the Kilpatricks or anyone else
had anything to do with it.
Why the sudden
change? How did Will Carver, who had never been known to wear a
moustache and had a full head of hair, suddenly become the moustachioed,
balding feller who nailed Ollie? Pretty simple, really. Will was
dead. No matter how many murders get blamed on a dead man, the law
can’t hang him. The bald, moustachioed man wasn’t dead yet. He could
be hanged if caught and convicted—unless the murder was blamed on
a dead man. Will Carver as the man who shot Ollie Thornton went
into the records.
Will shoot him? Carver’d killed his man, no doubt of that. Still,
is there anything known, from legend, rumor, history, or Pinkerton
files (which are often made up largely of the first two, with a
little out-and-out fiction thrown in) that would lead one to believe
the formerly well-liked, happy-go-lucky cowboy would shoot an unsuspecting
man in cold blood? Ollie Thornton was shot once, in the chest, from
in front. He obviously wasn’t running or dodging, so he was either
shot from ambush or it happened almighty fast.
If Will did shoot Thornton, what did he shoot him with? He didn’t
have a rifle with him when he was killed, but he did have rifle
cartridges in his belt. Those cartridges were high-velocity, full-metal-jacketed-bullet
30-40 Krag loads. In the US only three weapons were factory-chambered
for .30-40. They were the Army’s bolt-action rifle, a Winchester
high-wall single-shot with a very heavy, round barrel, for long-range
target shooting—and the Winchester Model 1895 rifle and carbine.
Carver is known to have had—and used, in a New Mexico shootout with
the law—a Winchester M1895.
The .30-40 had
a muzzle velocity of over 2,000 fps. A full metal jacketed bullet
at that velocity would not only penetrate a human body, it would
penetrate several and retain enough energy to do damage on exiting
about the fourth. At 50 yards it might not penetrate four men, but
it would certainly penetrate one and go whanging off through the
trees afterwards. John Waide said “One wound, in the chest.” He
said nothing about an exit wound
The Smith &
Wesson? The .38 S&W is an accurate little load, but neither long-ranged
nor powerful. A good many pocket revolvers chambered for it were
also equipped with switchblade ‘bayonets’ under the barrels in case
the five or six rounds in the cylinder didn’t do the job. Besides,
the one taken off Will was a hammerless double-action. Unless Will
mastered two-stage double-action shooting—which wasn’t developed
until well into the 20th century—he probably couldn’t have hit a
man-sized target with the thing at more than about 20 yards.
The Colt? Well, maybe—but just barely maybe. Will’s Colt was a black
powder model. Colts weren’t proofed for smokeless powder until after
serial #196,000. Will probably shot black powder loads in it. Off-the-shelf
black powder ammo for the .45 Colt wasn’t noted for pinpoint accuracy—and
neither was the thumbuster Colt. Besides, Will’s gun was bright
plated. The sights on a Colt single-action are nothing to write
home about in any case, and when you plate them with bright metal
it doesn’t make them any easier to use.
I’m considered a better than average pistol shot. I shot, when I
was shooting competitively, in the mid-700s on the 900-point NRA
leg match, using a GI-issue M1911A1 automatic pistol, which has
sights even less useful than those on a single-action. I can hit
a man-sized target consistently at either 50 or 75 yards
with any pistol I own, including a single-action Colt. I own two
bright-plated pistols, both Smith & Wessons, in .38 Special and
.44 Special. Both have the old ‘notch and half moon’ sights out
of the 1920s. Yes, I could hit a man-sized target with either at
50 yards—but note the emphasis on target. Man-sized silhouette
targets are dead black and they don’t move. The bright-plated sights
on either gun will show up clearly against the dead–black surface
of a silhouette target. That is, if it’s cloudy. If the sun is shining
on the gun all you see is a ball of glare. Yes, an expert pistol
shot, under ideal conditions, could have shot Ollie Thornton at
50 yards with a pistol like Will’s—but he would have been an idiot
to try it.
Oliver Thornton wasn’t shot with any of the weapons Will Carver
had on him or had ammo for when he died. Did he swap guns? With
whom and where? It’s far more likely that ‘Charles Walker,’ the
moustachioed gent with the chrome dome, found a Winchester rifle
or carbine in .44-40 caliber and nailed Ollie with that. Winchester
‘73s and ‘92’s were about as common as fleas on a dog in West
Texas in the late 19th century and up to the mid-20th century,
and the .44 WCF round—the .44-40—was by far the most common caliber.
That load, in
a rifle or carbine, is dead accurate at 50 yards, but it isn’t powerful
as we think of power today. It would knock a man flat and kill him
at 50 or even 100 yards, but it would be unlikely to penetrate a
human body fully at either range. The 200-grain flat-nosed bullet
that gave it the knockdown power was not designed to go completely
through a living target, it was designed to get inside and do damage.
about Will Carver save for height, weight, and age agrees with the
description of Charles Walker given by Ed Kilpatrick before Will
was killed. We know why it was laid on Will—you can’t hang a dead
man—but who was, in fact, this mysterious Charles Walker. Did he
really exist, or was he, as Jim Howze was later to suggest, a myth?
a look at the famous N. H. Rose photo of the Wild Bunch, the one
taken in Fort Worth
late in 1900. In the front row, seated on the left as you see the
picture, there’s a short, sort of rat-faced fellow with a light
moustache, who looks very little like Robert Redford. That’s Harry
Longabaugh, the Sundance Kid. In the middle we find the clean-shaven
face of Ben
‘Blackie’ Kilpatrick, The Tall Texan. On the right there’s a
square-jawed man who looks more like Brian Donlevy than Paul Newman—Robert
Leroy Parker alias Butch Cassidy.
Now look at the standing men. On the left, between Sundance and
there’s Will Carver himself. He’s cleanshaven, he’s got about a
half-grin on his face, and that hard hat is tipped at a gotohell
angle. His fancy watch chain is across his belly, and his left hand,
resting on Ben’s
shoulder, has the little finger slightly separated and elevated
so you can’t miss the diamond ring on it. He told ‘em he’d be wearing
Now look at the man on the right, standing between Ben
and Butch. He’s got his hard hat pushed back and you can see a tuft
of hair over his forehead, but his temples are bare. This man’s
going bald. He’s got a heavy, dark moustache and he’s slightly shorter
than Will. Does the description ring a bell? It should, because
it fits ‘Charles Walker’ to a T. That’s Harvey Logan, AKA Kid Curry.
He had a reputation as a man who enjoyed killing. The Pinkerton
files say he “has no redeeming characteristics.”
There is no
direct, eyewitness evidence from someone who knew Harvey Logan and
was at Planche Spring at the time of the Thornton murder to put
Kid Curry on the scene. However, as Henry David Thoreau was wont
to write, there are times when circumstantial evidence is very strong—such
as when you find a trout in the milk. Kid Curry was a wanton killer,
we know that to be a fact. He was also a dead shot. He was known
to be jumpy—just the sort who’d shoot a rubbernecking neighbor on
the off chance he was eyeballing for the law. The description given
of ‘Charles Walker,’ the killer of Oliver Thornton, before Will
Carver was killed, fits Harvey Logan to a T. None of the circumstantial
evidence surrounding the death of Oliver G. Thornton points in Will
Carver’s direction. Who killed Ollie Thornton? We need to take this
one off Will Carver’s shoulders and add one more to Kid Curry’s
F. Eckhardt April
16, 2012 column
"Charley Eckhardt's Texas"
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