Typical cowboy in caps

As a sheriff, a man with a rhino skin, bulletproof head, able to see everything around him, run faster than a horse, not afraid of anything and neither in Hades [1], nor in Coolidge; a man who knows how to shoot, like Captain Adam Bogardus, and who is better at shooting four to five drunken rowdy people before breakfast than sits down without such a morning charge.

Despite the seeming frivolity of this announcement, published in July 1886 in the Border Ruffian, Coolidge residents nodded their heads approvingly as they read it. Only such qualities could help the daredevil, who decided to take the post of sheriff in their troubled little town, survive; and only such qualities could help him pacify thieves, robbers and other troublemakers. After all, their city was in the heart of the American Wild West … Continue reading →