Word: cowboys
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Alliance with Baronies. Archie Parr, a six-bit-a-day cowboy turned politician, started the empire on June 18, 1911. It was election day and there was blood in the dusty street of tiny San Diego, county seat of Duval County; gun-packing "Anglos," bent on rule by the gun, shot down three local Mexicans. Archie Parr, who spoke Spanish, took the side of the Mexicans. After that, in the old Mexican tradition, he reigned as their jefe-the man who solved their problems and gave them orders. He voted the people-and in return he gave Duval County Latin...
...Cologne's Kaiserhof Theater. Their eleven-year-old son Hubert strapped his mother to the "windmill" and gave it a gentle push to start it rotating. Behind the windmill were six pingpong balls balanced on tall pillars, and the idea was that Aal, dressed to kill in cowboy suit and ten-gallon hat, would knock down the targets with his .22-caliber rifle by shooting past his wife's rotating body, like a machine-gun firing through an airplane propeller. To the audience, sitting below stage level, it looked as if Aal were attempting the impossible...
...Round Rock.Texas (pop. 1,400) would probably never have had a jail if Sam Bass, the train robber, had not come to town on July 19, 1878 to hold up the Williamson County Bank. "Sam Bass," in the words of a mournful cowboy ballad, "was born in Indiana, it was his native home, and at the age of seventeen he first began to roam; he come way out to Texas a cowboy fur to be, and a kinder-hearted feller you'd seldom ever see." Kind-hearted or not, Bass was laid for by the citizens of Round Rock...
...came through. A secretary said: "The president will talk to you now." I had just introduced myself when I heard a wild scream as the back door slammed. A second later some little cowboy came pounding up the stairs as fast as his short legs would carry him. With a sinking feeling, I realized that the chase was on. I clamped my hand over the phone to keep out the noise, and braced for the onslaught. I knew what was coming because I had been through this before. I stuck out a leg to bar the door and nearly lost...
...boot and was hauling him out from under the bed. Paying me no attention, the vigilantes did their man in with no mercy at all. He was riddled with at least a hundred bullets to the tune of "bang . . . bang . . . bang ... I gotcha ... I gotcha ..." I thought the cowboy had been finished off, but he staggered to his feet, jerked loose and dashed for the stairs and freedom in the backyard. The chase was on again - this time outside...