The Glanton gang among many other crimes robbed ferry crossings, extorted wayfarers, ransacked mining supply convoys, and raided settlements.
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Davey Brown? Damn my eyes if I won't see that son of a gun hang, said the Sheriff.
Aye, some people I reckon are too wicked for hell and the devil just spits 'em out. Nasty enough that oblivion waits until the final day when the hearts of men are sorted out before the judgment seat.
The Sheriff pauses in his musing and adds, But nothing so outlandish for Davey, way I see it. Just laid low for awhile or took his misdeeds elsewhere when the Yuma chopped that fiend Glanton to bits, and now he's back. The other no-accounts he's surrounded himself with, well plenty of folks realize that if you put God and Law aside it's a hell of a lot easier to make a living with a gun than with ploughshares in these parts.
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He had heard a few more stories of the doings of Davey after his so-called disappearance in 1850. Rumor had it that Davey managed to not only survive the Yuma ambush but make away with some of the ill-gotten gold that the Glanton Gang had sequestered away. That gold was cursed, some old cowboys swore, and each coin whispered in their owner's ears calling them to evil. But the older cowboys laughed a bitter laugh at this. Glanton, Davey, and that whole lot always was bad, and they hardly did it for the gold, neither. They had liked the thing in and of itself.
Maybe the gold wore thin, maybe he just got bored. But the town preacher had in drunken confidence one night told Malakai another tale. During the Civil War, Davey had set himself up as a freebooter of sorts. There were Union guerrillas and light cavalry see, both Federals and allied Indians, causing trouble, blowing up bridges, hitting convoys and depots, the cutting off war as the Iroquois would call it. And the secesh had placed a hefty bounty on each one - one hundred dollars dead, not a penny alive. In stepped Davey. Now, fighting the bluecoats was hard. But massacring unarmed farmers and passing them off as Federals was easy. The same awful trick Glanton had pulled down in the old country of Mexico more than a decade before.... The preacher had fled from a small town sacked in this way and his brother and uncle had been shot down there. Not much came of this after the war - a blink of an eye at Antietam was more death than Glanton, Davey, and their entire gangs had wrought or ever would.
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