Sue On The Fence & Tall Crowns In Cowtown

 August 21, 2022

   Found this half-finished take on a certain cowgirl in the morgue this morning and thought I might add a few strokes.

Daily Reworked Whip Out:

"On The Fence With Sue"

   One of the featured characters in the new book is soiled dove, Jennie Rogers, who famously told the Denver police, "I shot him because I love him, damn him!"

   Seems she caught her beau in bed with another soiled dove. 

Daily Whip Out: "Jennie Rogers Fires"

He lived, and he dropped charges against her.

Here's a couple other versions of this scene.

Daily Whip Out:

"Jennie Rogers Fires Again"

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Jennie Lets Loose In Black and White"

   Sometimes when I am looking at old photographs a back story will tumble right out of the frame and fall in my lap.

T-Bone Scaggs

(1834-1876)

   T-Bone Scaggs had a knack for hitting the high spots. He favored the high card, the high road and the high hat. He formed a gang called the High Hat Gang and he cooked up a secret deal with the Chickasaws and that led to some major angst among the law in Fort Smith. He had one partner in the High Hat Gang who he trusted.

Kelly Blubooker

(1846-1876)

And that was Kelly "High Hat" Blubooker. Unfortunately, another member of the High Hat Gang was a little less trustworthy.

Skeeter "Shifty" Gaines

(1838-1876)   

   The Shifter, as the boys called him, went to the authorities in Muscogee, who, unfortunately for Skeeter, were in on the Chickasaw deal and shot him dead him on the spot. Resisting arrest was the official charge, although his wife later got a fur coat in exchange for her silence. Still, she was resentful for the rest of her life and her nephew, by another marriage, later wrote a now classic book on the affair which is still being taught in pre-law classes throughout the Indian Nations: "Beware Tall Crowns In Cowtown."

Do I Feel Lucky? Punk?

   When I look back on my crazy life, I sometimes can't believe how much dumb luck has assisted me. For example, when I was in the fifth grade I was constantly getting reprimanded for talking in class. One day the teacher interrupted a story I was telling in the back of the class room and said, "Name me two pronouns." I said, "Who? Me?"

"One becomes a critic when one cannot be an artist, just as a man becomes a stool pigeon when he cannot be a soldier."

—Gustave Flaubert