I want to be a cowboy sweetheart.

I want to learn to rope and ride.

Born into poverty and violence and alcoholism, she was forced to work in a brothel as a young girl.

I want to ride all the plains in the desert Out west of the great divide

But she rebelled and she ran away.

I want to hear the coyotalan.

She married young and she married often.

While the sun sinks in the west.

She broke all the hearts and she broke all the rules.

And once she even broke out of jail. I want to be a cowboy sweetheart.

Then she got an idea.

I know.

Let's rob us, stagecoach.

That's the life I love the best.

And they got a small beam of light against the mirror.

True, weird stuff.

It happened right around 5 o'clock on May 30th, 1899 on a stretch of dirt road just past the town of Riverside, Arizona.

The stagecoach had only three passengers, and the driver was alone.

Typically, there'd be one more person aboard.

The job title was Shotgun Messenger.

This was basically a guard, armed with a shotgun, loaded up with Buckshot, and seated

atop the coach to the left of the driver.

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