Hank Vaughan was a gunfighter in the Northwest. One shootout claimed the life of a lawman; Vaughan did hard time in the Oregon Territorial Prison for that.
He didn’t change. Hank loved to drink hard and hurrah towns by riding into saloons and shooting at bottles and glasses. He also had a long rope for other people’s livestock, which forced him to relocate several times.
The booze and broncos finally got him. While riding down Main Street in Pendleton, OR—drunk again—his horse slipped and fell on top of him; he died two weeks later.
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