In the summer of 1891, one of Tombstone’s most infamous characters showed up in town without a gun, without a name and without clothes. That’s right, without clothes. Except for a skull cap and crude leather sandals, this handsome, blue-eyed stranger—six feet tall, slightly bearded, of fine physique and intelligent bearing—was entirely naked. He also had a darn good tan. The Tombstone Prospector called him “the wild man of the weird and woolly west,” and cracked that his attire

True West March/April 2025
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- The Frontier Characters of South Dakota
- The Bowie Knife
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- King of the Scatterguns
- Selling the Mythic West and the Real West
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