INTO THE SALOON AND OUT INTO THE STREETS

It was on a hot mid sun setting day in early June of 1893 when Bill Doolin’s dusty spur bound boots clinked across the front porch of the small wooden framed Ransom Saloon. Bill swung the door wide. The sun rays pierced the dark room overcastting the shadows of the two other cowboys who followed him. Bitter Creek Newton, with one hand on the handle of his shoulder holster colt revolver, and Arkansas Tom, carrying a Winchester rifle slanted across his chest. From the full sun lit door behind them four cowboys could be seen in the street. The dismounted Dynamite Dick held the rains of three horses. The horse saddled Tulsa Jack who held the rains of Bill Doolin’s prize iron grey mare and the saddled Bill Dalton whose back was to the front door of the saloon. The dismounted Red Buck shadow could be seen from the corner of the building with the tip of his rifle sparkling in the mid afternoon sun. The four cowboys outside were given instructions to keep a lookout for any approaching lawmen who may have wondered into town.