CORRECT
ME IF I’M WRONG! June 5, 2015
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Columnist 'Longhorn'
Longhorn is a US Marshal posted in Houston, Texas. Born 1835 and shot in the back in 1882 by a coward. Longhorn is a character in my book 'Knight Horse'. Longhorn volunteered to comment on modern day law enforcement after reading my 'Correct Me If I'm Wrong!'…
"Had
a big city journalist corral my partner and I, hundred thirty or so years ago,
and crossed my mind that he danced around us like a coyute with cactus stuck in
his butt. Never thought one day my words would be put in this new fangled writin'
machine. After readin' some of the stories Mr. Baker fetched to share, I
suggested to give him… that feedback thing. Fortunately, there isn't a cactus
bush for miles.
As
you can imagine, when we hunted the bad guys back then, we didn't worry much
'bout movin' pictures or 'excessive force'. If a cowboy needed apprehension for
detention, attitude was adjusted accordingly. If his dead iron was drawn on me,
my shot grouping mid mass was a matter of survival and not a matter of
liability. It is shabby justice when the bad guy sues for rights when their
victims get life terms or the death sentence.
The
fastest pursuit I ever had almost blew my hat off. Mr. Baker said that a radio
signal travels faster than the pursued. To me a 45 bullet may not be like lightning
but shortens the ride. Besides, I couldn't carry a telegraph wire with me
everywhere.
There
is a speech they have to give now called the ‘Miranda Rights’. Never met
Miranda, but she sure slows the process.
I
spent a lot of time on the dusty trail, so a passel of paperwork would interrupt
my saloon time, and doesn't do much for lassoing the criminals. If they rustled
a horse, then how does writin’ a story about it make it justice?
In
my time, horse theft met with the hangman, not a spot on some television show.
Never met a rustler smiling as he was headin' for the noose.
There
is one thing that hasn't changed over the century. I had a partner by the name
of the 'Widow Maker'. He took a bullet to save my life.
I
do like these bulletproof vests. Would have saved a lot of 'Badges' in my day.
If
any low down scoundrel laid a hand on a lady, we took him behind the barn and
gave him lesson. Can't even breathe on any sidewinder like that now without
makin' sure all the spellin's right.
There
is a group of people that don't cotton to the death sentence for severe crimes
against society. Well… guess they never have seen what these vermin have done
and will continue unless they are stopped. Take some trail dirt in the face and
don't wash it out from your eyes… maybe being really blind will open your eyes.
Just
glad I tracked when we had the right to protect ourselves; wouldn't want to
fight the 'Animal Rights' groups today. Yes, I'm referring to the criminal
sympathizers.
Now
I shall return to a time when men were men and bullets were cheaper.
Our
methods may have been crude back in the day, but one thing is always the same;
violent crime has no conscience or rules to abide by. I was shot dead by a
varmit that wouldn't care about rights or being pampered in court.
I
may not be perfect, but I am a lawman, and my job is to keep people from harm.
So if you reckon my justice is too harsh… you had better hide."
Longhorn
Please… CORRECT
ME IF I’M WRONG!
Bryce A baker
www.bryceabaker.com
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