The Poet

I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.

— Black Bart, 1877

Black Bart's stagecoach robberies are the archetype of Wild West legend. Alex Taylor's Tuesday continues with his story and an unrealized tip. Hmmm... road trip?

As published in the Gainesville Times, 

Tuesday, February, 2nd, 1988. 

 

For those of you who geosurf: Smoke Creek Desert  

You'll notice the main thoroughfare in the area is "Surprise Valley Road", and I've read the valley acquired that name sometime in the 1880s. ...yep. 

Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.

— Black Bart