The Plea

In 1889, Buckskin Frank Leslie came home to his ranch bad drunk from a week long toot in Tombstone. He got into an argument with his girlfriend, Blonde Mollie Williams who he had seen in town with another man. After telling Frank how worthless he was and how much more of a man the person she had been carousing with was he flew into a jealous rage and shot her dead. He also shot Jim Neal, a hired hand, who witnessed the shooting. Neal recovered and testified against Leslie, who was found guilty of murder and set off to Yuma Prison. Nothing justifies taking a human life, but why do women see the need to push a drunk to that point? How did Blonde Mollie expect her barrage of insults to be taken? A violent man like Frank wasn’t going to thank her for pointing out his flaws and walk away a better man. I’ve seen my share of women push a situation too far. I myself have been guilty of doing so. Women aren’t always innocent victims. As politically incorrect as it might be, I believe many women are cold, calculating beings that use their feminine wiles to get exactly what they want. You want out of your marriage and the lawyer tells you that you won’t get sole custody of the children – just make up a story to insure you will. Cry a little. Who can resist a crying woman? I’ve been thinking a lot about this subject since making arrangements to visit my brother next month who is in federal prison. I regret with every fiber of my being telling him to take the plea offered. I shouldn’t have been afraid to face down the garden variety sociopaths who made false allegations against him. An innocent man is paying for that. In 1760, an English jurist by the name of William Blackstone wrote “better that ten guilty persons escape than that one innocent suffer.” The principle is much older than Blackstone’s formulation, which now is closely tied to the Bible Genesis 18:23-32. Abraham drew near, and said, “Will you consume the righteous with the wicked? What if there are fifty righteous within the city? Will you consume and not spare the place for the fifty righteous who are in it? What if ten are found there? He (The Lord) said, “I will not destroy it for the ten’s sake.” I’ve been trying to make things right, but it’s taking a long time. I want the happy ending that even a man like Buckskin Frank Leslie had. After many years in prison, Frank is released and travels to California. While in the Bay area he meets Jim Neal the man he had shot and wounded. Neal hired Leslie to work for him at the saloon he owned. The only happy ending I see for my brother’s story at times is if the murders that set him up notarized a confession and then took their own lives.