November 6th, 2007

I can’t imagine what it must have been like for Wyatt Earpy, Bill Tilghman, Charlie Bassett, and Bat Masterson to ride the plains of Kansas looking for Dora Hand’s killer. Just as they picked up on the murderer’s trail a freezing rain washed away any trace of his horse’s hoofprints. They kept at it though and eventually got their man. The sad, awful misery of it was that James Kenedy went free. His father was very wealthy and helped get his son out of trouble. Even in 1878 the color of justice was green. I feel like my brother got some justice today. After a grueling intake process from Moody Bible Institute he was accepted as a full time student. I wish he’d known how many people spoke out for him and recommended him to the program. I wish he’d known how many lives he touched. I wished I’d had adequate enough money to have helped my brother. I wish…