After fifteen years of trying to prove to the world that Jesse James got away with his own
1882 murder and lived on in Texas as James L. Courtney, a photograph I had the good fortune of
winning on eBay in 2010 literally told the story without one word having to be uttered or typed.
See full story and photos here: Photographs Capture Jesse James
Here’s a few photos of Jesse James and another with Jesse, his family and friends. Enjoy
On February 18, 1915 Frank James saddled up and rode into eternity. Tipping my hat to Frank. Below is a link to an old article regarding Frank’s last ride.
http://theoutlaw-jessejames.blogspot.com/
And here’s a little tribute song I think Frank would have liked.
“The Kansas City Star” (Missouri) Sunday, February 21, 1915
Yesterday the relatives and friends of Frank JAMES gathered on
the JAMES farm, near Kearney, Clay County, for the funeral.
A strange funeral! Not a prayer. Not a song. No word from a
minister. Just a short speech from a man who saved him from
the gallows, and was his intimate friend — that, and tears of real
love and affection.
Maybe, after all, those tears coursing down the cheeks of old men
who had fought with him, who had seen his loyalty and friendship
tested in the “dark days,” who knew of his struggles to “beat back”
to good citizenship, held greater promise for his soul than all the
prayers, that might have been said, or hymns sung.
Frank JAMES was one guerrilla beloved and looked up to by all the
others. Those veterans of the days of the “red border” went long
distances to be at his funeral yesterday. One came all the way from
Oklahoma. One got up from a sick bed to go, and as he helped carry
the body of his old comrade, he staggered under the weight.
When Judge John F. PHILIPS, in his funeral speech, standing beside
the coffin, half turned and laid his hand upon it and said:
“Since his surrender he acquitted himself always as a man of high
honor,” a dozen voices, tremulous under the weight of years, answered:
“Amen.”
“From my many conversations with him I learned that he believed in the
divine authenticity of the Bible,” the judge said, “He believed in the divinity
of Jesus and had sublime faith that his sins were forgiven and that he was
the recipient of God’s mercy and that his soul was saved. He told me that
he did not join a church because that act would be misconstrued; the
world would look upon it as some sort of hypocrisy, as being done for show.
He did not believe that it was necessary to join a church. Knowing that he
had been saved by grace, believing that this was a matter between his own
heart and God alone, he did not think that religious services were necessary
at his funeral. He met death serene and unafraid, confident of the future.
The whole countryside went to the funeral. The buggies line the fence for a
long distance each side of the road gate. Not one-fifth of the crowd could get
into the house. And the country roads were thick with black, sticky mud, and
there was promise of rain in the lowering clouds. Those who went by train had
to go three miles from Kearney to the JAMES farm and there they waited for
hours, walking about the farm, standing in groups on the wet sod under the
bare trees, talking of the old times.
There was Morgan MATTOX who was a comrade of Frank JAMES under
Quantrell, the raider. He came all the way from Bartlesville, Ok., to be at the
funeral, and, out under the big coffee bean tree, besides the grave of Jesse
JAMES, he told stories that made the blood tingle, more thrilling than you’ll
find in any story book, and the hero of them all the man lying dead within the
little cottage.
“Ah, he was the fighter for you — never afraid, true always to his comrades, a
fine soldier” said MATTOX.
There was William GREGG, Quantrell’s lieutenant. who received Frank JAMES
into the band when he was a beardless boy, his heart aflame with hate of the
“blue bellied Yankee soldiers.” GREGG is old and feeble now and it was a great
effort for him to go from his home in Kansas City to the funeral.
“The last time I saw Frank JAMES was last spring when I was down with
pneumonia,” said GREGG. “He came out to my house to see me, and, as he
was leaving he came up to me and laid a 10-dollar bill in my hand and said:
“Bill, take it, you need it, I know; and when you want more let me know and it will
come to you.” And the tears rolled down the sunken cheeks of William GREGG
as he told it, and his voice choked.
The pallbearers were:
Ben MORROW of Eastern Jackson County
George SHEPARD of Lees Summit
John WORKMAN of Independence
George WIGGLETON of Independence
William GREGG of Kansas City
all old Quantrell men;
T. T. CRITTENDEN, whose father, while governor of Missouri, received
the surrender of Frank JAMES.
Among those from Kansas City at the funeral were Judge Ralph LATSHAW,
Charles POLK, Lynn S. BANKS, William M. CORBETT, Hal GAYLORD
and “Dusty” RHOADES.
Immediate relatives of Frank JAMES who were present were:
Mrs. Betty PATTON, his aunt
Mrs. J. C. HALL, half-sister
Mrs. William NICHOLSON, half-sister
John SAMUELS, half brother
Jesse JAMES, Jr., nephew *[recent evidence suggests JJ Jr who couldn’t have been considered a “Jr” because his middle name was Edwards and not Woodson; was very likely the son of Wood Hite who was Jesse and Franks cousin]
and his family, and his sister.”
Source: http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/display.asp?webtag=Zeke1&msg=707.7
Jesse James faked his death, twice!
Wild West Magazine, June 2005 “Western Lore”, pages 64&65
George Shepherd ‘killed’ JESSE JAMES…at least that’s what the ex-bushwhacker and ‘gang member’ claimed.
By Larry Wood
“AROUND 10 O’CLOCK on Sunday morning, November 2, 1879, a Joplin, Missouri, physician named Burns was driving his buggy in the vicinity of Shoal Creek, file miles southwest of the city, where he’d been summoned on a house call. Shots rang out in the distance up ahead, and a few moments later a one-eyed horseman, brandishing a six-shooter in each hand, came charging down the road toward the startled doctor. “I’ve just shot a man back there!” shouted the rider, later identified as George Shepherd, as he galloped past. Dr. Burns saw blood gushing from a bullet wound in the man’s leg. Presently, Burns came upon two more riders, who seemed to be following Shepherd’s trail. They accosted the doctor and told him there was an injured man back there who needed his attention.
They added that they’d seen a dead man being carried off from the same area. Burns followed the two riders as requested and found a man, who he later learned was Jim Cummins, suffering from a serious gunshot wound to the side, but no dead body. Burns treated the man’s wound and then, satisfied that his patient would recover, made his way back to Joplin. There he told an altered version of his story that omitted the fact he’d treated one of the shooting victims, presumably because he didn’t want to involve himself in what apppeared to be foul play.
Meanwhile George Shepherd went to Galena, Kan., a fledgling mining village on Short Creek three miles north of Shoal Creek, and according to the town newspaper, “the throng on the streets of Galena was thrown into the wildest excitement and confusion,” as he started proclaiming to anyone who would listen that he’d just killed the notorious outlaw JESSE JAMES. He “offered a bleeding and mangled leg in corroboration of his story” and was soon checked into a local hotel to have the injury treated.
Shepherd, a former William Quantrill bushwhacker, had led a group of guerrillas, including young JESSE JAMES, to Texas at the tail end of the Civil War, but then in 1866 JESSE had teamed up with BLOODY BILL ANDERSON’s brother JIM to kill Shepherd’s nephew IKE FLANNERY near Rocheport, MO. Shepherd had reportedly avenged the murder a year later by killing JIM ANDERSON on the courthouse grounds at Sherman, Texas.
Despite the feud, Shepherd joined the JAMES GANG and took part in the 1868 Russellville, KY bank robbery, one of the first robberies attributed to the gang. Shepherd spent a short term in the Kentucky pentitentiary for his role in the robbery, then returned home to Jackson County, MO., and went straight.
When lead was discovered in southeast Kansas in the late 1870s, he had gone to Short Creek to work in the mines, but at the time the James Gang robbed the Glendale train in Jackson County in October 1879, he was back home working as a teamster.
Kansas City Marshal James Liggett enlisted Shepherd to infiltrate the gang and help capture the robbers by keeping the marshal apprised of the gang’s movements. In return for his cooperation, Shepherd figured to pick up a handsome reward. This much Liggett confirmed. However, only Shepherd himself could attest to the sensational claim that he’d killed JESSE JAMES.
According to Shepherd, he went to the home of Jesse’s mother, Zerelda Samuel, near Kearney, Mo.,from where he was led blindfolded to the gang’s nearby hideout. When the blindfold was removed, he stood facing JESSE JAMES; JIM CUMMINS, another former Quantrill guerrilla; ED MILLER, whose brother had been killed in the Younger-James Gang’s botched 1876 Northfield, Minn.,bank robbery; SAM KAUFMAN; and a man named TAYLOR. During the ensuing conversation, JESSE said his brother FRANK had died of consumpton a few months earlier.
Shepherd succeeded in gaining the men’s confidence, and the gang soon headed for Texas. On the way, they decided to rob a bank at Empire, Galena’s rival mining community on the opposite bank of Short Creek, and Shepherd hatched a plan with Liggett’s deputies to capture the gang during the holdup.
However, on his final reconnaisance of the bank, JESSE JAMES spotted a guard who’d been stationed there by the marshal. JESSE called off the escapade, and he and the gang proceeded south. Shepherd, however, lingered in town and concocted another impromptu scheme, this time with some old mining buddies. Shepherd was determined to kill JESSE and then lead the rest of the gang into an ambush.
When Shepherd caught up with the gang a mile or two outside Galena, JESSE JAMES expressed suspicion at the length of Shepherd’s stay in town, but the march resumed and Shepherd fell in beside JESSE, awaiting an opportunity to put his desperate design into action. After the group had ridden a short distance, JESSE turned to one side and Shepherd promptly pulled his revolver. “This is for killing Ike Flannery!” he supposedly announced as he shot the robber chief through the head.
When Shepherd bolted away, Cummins and Kaufman gave chase while Miller tended to JESSE. Cummins outdistanced his partner and soon engaged Shepherd in a running gun battle. Shepherd hoped to lead his pursuers into the prearranged ambush, but his confederates either were farther away than he expected or failed to show altogether. Seeing that Cummins was about to overtake him, Shepherd faced the oncoming rider in a brief showdown that left both men wounded. Cummins and Kaufman started back to join their fallen leader as Shepherd galloped away.
Shepherd’s tale was greeted with almost immediate doubt, and suspicion grew when a party of citizens from Galena went out to the scene of the skirmish on Sunday afternoon to look for JESSE JAMES’ body and came back shortly after dark “without any intelligence.” Lawmen from Joplin crossed the state line to aid in the investigation, and the next day, Monday, November 3, Marshal Liggett arrived from Kansas City to lead a fruitless search for the outlaws.
As a bold headline in the Galena Miner playfuly stated a week later, the question that faced an excited public was “Whether JESSE JAMES, the Robber Chief Lies Dead, or George Shepherd Lies Living.” The general consensus around the Joplin-Galena area favored the latter conclusion. Jasper County Deputy Sheriff Payton, who’d gone to Short Creek on Sunday evening, told a Joplin Herald reporter the next day, “I saw Shepherd, and he said he was positive he had killed Jesse James, but for all that I do not believe he did.”
Dr. Burns seemed to be among the few men who accepted Shepherd’s story. He felt convinced, based presumably on what he’d been told by the two men who’d solicited his help, that a killing had taken place.
The Shepherd affair caused a stir not just locally but throughout the region. When word reached the Kansas City area, Jesse’s mother scoffed at the notion that a “one-eyed man,” who was “slow as an ox” to boot, could get the drop on her JESSE. She claimed that Shepherd had not come to her home in October as he’d stated and that, in fact, she hadn’t seen him for years. However, Mrs. Samuel might naturally want to deny that she’d had anything to do with arranging a meeting that had indirectly led to her son’s death.
Speculation about whether JESSE was alive or dead continued for several weeks. The whole state of Missouri buzzed with rumors. In mid-November, JESSE JAMES was reported alive and well in Texas. Late in the month, he and his gang were said to still be in the area of Short Creek.
About the same time, A Kansas City newspaper published a report that JIM CUMMINS had returned to northern Missouri and confirumed Shepherd’s story. On December 2, the Joplin Herald said that JESSE JAMES was presumed dead. A report from Richmond, Mo., three days later claimed that a wagon carrying JESSE’s decomposing body had been spotted heading for the James home in Clay County. Then a doctor was said to have visited Marshal Liggett and told him that he’d issued a death certificate before turning Jesse’s body over to friends. A later account said the coffin bearing the infamous outlaw’s corpse had arrived at Kearney by train and that JESSE JAMES was now lying “beneath Clay County turf.”
Much conjecture was also centered on George Shepherd’s motives. If his story was true, why had he killed JESSE JAMES? No doubt he hoped to collect a reward, and Shepherd himself added that he was also acting to avenge IKE FLANNERY’s death. COLE YOUNGER and others pointed to the Russelville bank robbery as the cause of the rift between Shepherd and JESSE JAMES. Cole said that after Shepherd’s release from the Kentucky penitentiary, JESSE feared Shepherd might implicate him in the crime.
Shepherd’s brother Mac said that George blamed Jesse for his imprisonment. When George was first jailed in Kentucky, members of the gang had tried to raise bond money to go his bail, but JESSE supposedly refused to contribute.
Another observer suggested that George somehow blamed JESSE for the death of his cousin Oliver Shepherd, who was killed by deputies sent out to arrest him after the Russellville robbery.
Cole Younger also added that there had been, at one time, a dispute between George Shepherd and JESSE JAMES over a woman.
Opinions varied, too, among those who felt Shepherd was lying.
Many suggested that JESSE and his gang, not Shepherd, had instigated the skirmish south of Galena because they suspected Shepherd of betraying the gang. Others speculated that JESSE JAMES, acting in cahoots with Shepherd, had staged the shootout in order to share in his own reward money and to give himself the added advantage of being thought dead.
This, however, seems unlikely, given the severity of Shepherd’s and Jim Cummins’ wounds.
George Shepherd was disturbed by all the bad publicity he received for “killing” JESSE JAMES. Shepherd claimed to have received more criticism for this one act than JESSE and his gang ever did for all of their misdeeds. In response to Shepherd’s lament, John N. Edwards, William Quantrill’s first biographer and the James brothers’ chief apologist, pointed out that no one liked a traitor.
Although speculation swirled for weeks on the streets of Galena following George Shepherd’s dramatic announcement, few sober minds continued to believe his tale.
A little more than a month after the incident, even Dr. Burns had been disabused. He admitted to a Joplin Herald reporter his role in treating Jim Cummins and surmised that one of the men who solicited his aid might have been JESSE JAMES.
However, if Dr. Burns’ initial report that the men told him they’d seen a dead body being carried away is to be believed, it tends to lend credence to the opinion of those who suggested that the whole affray was arranged to make people think JESSE was dead.
Another possibility, scarcely considered in 1879, is that Shepherd sincerely thought he’d killed JESSE and that the outlaw, having survived the attempted assassination, seized upon an opportunity to stage his own death. The fact is, though, that 125 years later no one seems much closer to the whole truth of the bizarre episode than Dr. Burns was in December 1879. WW”
