Cockeyed Frank Loving and Coal Oil Jimmy

By Robert F. (Bob) Turpin

This book contains two exciting stories about colorful Old West gunfighters: 1) Cockeyed Frank Loving: Bat Masterson, a western legend himself, put “Cockeyed” Frank Loving on the pages of frontier history in 1907. Masterson wrote several stories for a newspaper about this little known gunfighter. 2) Coal Oil Jimmy: The stagecoach from Elizabeth Town, New Mexico, came to a sudden stop on the main street of Cimarron. As the dust settled, the driver shouted, “Hold-up! Hold-up at Clear Creek!” These words were often heard throughout the towns of the Old West. Stagecoaches were prime targets for outlaw gangs and bandits. James Buckley (alias Coal Oil Jimmy) was one of the best in the business of stagecoach robberies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781304806420

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Cockeyed Frank Loving and Coal Oil Jimmy

Cockeyed Frank Loving and Coal Oil Jimmy

Copyright

© 2014 by Bob Turpin – All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1-304-80642-0

No part of this book may be copied or reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes.

Dedication

To the folks who like to read about the Old West.

Cockeyed Frank Loving

Gunfighter and gambler, Cockeyed Frank Loving would have been forgotten in western history if not for the famous Bat Masterson who did a series of magazine stories on known gunfighters published in 1907. Masterson stated that in order to be a top rate gunman one had to have three important qualities – an outstanding skill with firearms, cold nerve when confronted by an armed and dangerous adversary, and courage. In Earp’s biography Wyatt Earp, Frontier Marshal, Stuart Lake insured a place in frontier history for Cockeyed Frank Loving.

Dodge City, Kansas, was the cowboy capital of the United States in 1879 due to the cattle drives that originated in Texas and ended in Kansas. The wood plank sidewalks of Dodge City were trodden on by a host of celebrated gunmen, Sheriff Bat Masterson, City Marshal Wyatt Earp, and three of his brothers, the leather-slapping Doc Holliday, and Ben Thompson. That year none of these gun wielders spilled any blood. It