I’ve been struggling with insomnia for years. I am completely unable to sleep until it’s time to get up! It’s maddening. It does give me a great deal of time to do research. And there’s nothing more fun to do at 3 a.m.. The last few nights I’ve been looking into the life of a lawman turned outlaw by the name of John Larn. On this day in 1877 Sheriff Larn of Shackleford County, Texas resigned because he and another outlaw were found to be stock thieves. That’s a polite way of saying they were cattle rustlers. It was a busy year for Larn. He killed one of his partners in a fight over a horse in Colorado, a nosey sheriff in New Mexico, two Mexicans near the Pecos River, and a third riding along with him on a cattle drive. Larn was eventually shot and killed by vigilantes. I’ll be heading to Lone Pine, California at the end of this week. I’m going to be speaking at the Lone Pine Film Museum. Lone Pine has been used as a setting for numerous westerns – How The West Was Won, North to Alaska, and Joe Kidd are just a few. Back in the 1870s, Lone Pine was a wild and woolly supply town providing goods and services for the gold and silver miners in the area. It’s a beautiful location. I could use a change of scenery. Everywhere I go however, there I am and that’s the damned awful misery of it.

Dodge city is the backdrop for today’s “It Happened When” segment. Bully Brooks, a petty thief and hard case with a chip on his shoulder, got into a heated debate with Buffalo Hunter, Kirk Jordan. Shots were fired and Henry H. Raymond, another buffalo hunter near by the action witnessed the exchange. According to his diary (a copy of which is on file in the manuscript division of the Kansas Historical Society) Brooks had been shot, but escaped. “Tuesday, March 4, 1873. Beautiful day down in town. Bill Brooks got shot with a needle gun – the ball passing through two barrels of water.” Brooks quickly left town, but he was back a few months later causing more trouble. As annoying as Brooks was at least he had a purpose. I really feel like I’m in a rut with writing. After 10 years of being in this line of work I just thought it would be different. There’s lot of hustle to improve sales. Lots of e-newletter sent out, postcards, calls made to bookstores, advertisement placed, but emails aren’t returned, the phone never rings, and I don’t see sales improving much. I’ve got to think of a big publicity venture. Or perhaps I should just set this aside all together and go full time into private investigation work. Maybe too much bad has happened and I just can’t see beyond that. My brother has surgery in May to relieve the swelling on the brain he received from beatings he endured. Bars of soap shoved in a sock can cause a lot of damage when six or seven men are using them to beat you senseless.

I had some really wonderful teachers throughout my school years, but I question some of the material I had to read. I often wonder if my perpetual sense of impending doom was cased by those Dick and Jane books I read as a kid. What was Dick always running from? And why did he have to be told twice? Maybe I could have handled that sort of thing had I read it as an adult, but I suspect that reading Dick and Jane in my early childhood crippled me emotionally. I can’t put my finger on where it all started to go wrong some days. The Dick and Jane theory is as good as any right now. I think if there hadn’t have been great teachers in my life things would have turned out a lot worse. I wish I had cared more about learning when I was a teenager. In the Old West teachers were allowed to hit students. Some of them even threw things at their students – a book, a stick, a shoe?. I’m glad that isn’t a practice that continued on through time, but I can’t help wondering if that could have helped me. I think if a few of my high school teachers would have thrown something at me I wanted like a really good looking guy it could have improved my receiving skills.