Lots of evil men in this world. You can hate ‘em, you can fear ‘em, and if you’re a lawman you do your best to stop ‘em. Then once in a while along comes a man so good at being bad that all your hate and fear turns into respect, even admiration. That was Jack.
See how sheriffs put up posters now in every station, bounties and rewards for criminals they’re hunting? You couldn’t find a picture of Jack in any town or station. Those are for wanted men. Nobody wanted Jack.
He was a walking death sentence. Like the bubonic plague, only with a lot less lymph node swelling and a lot more bullets. Even for a lawman the only logical course of action was to stay out of his way.
With all that talent he amassed a fortune in no time, but rich as he was, poor Jack, he had his vices. You can’t talk about Tombstone Jack without mentioning that insatiable lust for gold. He loved gold more than a faithful man loves his wife, so you can only imagine how much Jack loved his solid gold wife. Yessir, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get his hands on those rocks. Course, a man can’t live like that; at least, not for long. They captured and hanged Tombstone Jack one dry and tired afternoon. Richest outlaw there ever was; victim to his own greed. They never recovered a cent.
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