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September 14, 1967

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14, 1967 THE ERKIS JOURNAL PAGE" Fr The F erkins Journal "...And | charge you remember well For this is true, the story we tell, Of the men and women who made this land With their blood and tears, into something grand.  rs age Featuring the self-told story of "Pistol Pete" Frank Eaton NOTE - story of the life of "Pistol Pete" Frank each week on the page of the Perkins The publication of is an effort memories of Perkin's citizen and to ac- generation of the from a by-gone era ]PETE 1111 AND GUN warrent for him for I intend to serve if. arest one of us will in hell tomorrow i! morning as Jonas away Mrs. Swank to us to be careful stood in the yard us ride out to cattle and ponies were riding through the rode up to mo By garr, Frank, here right now." I knew was a dan- and I was on my was a good thing think he would he did. But when Your life is at stake to be ready for was riding US. bout twenty yards Side of me," I told we won't both be him." Jonas rode at a yearling. said Jack as ttp. Then he turned He recognized me a word he made a for his gun. for him and Jack horse, firing two wild as he fell. never let me do Jonas, who t too late to shoot. get action yet," I are a couple of out from the ca- his friends from maybe we will them, too." Jonas battle. and see what they him: "they to fight." rode up and them closly. cried one of them, on here? Anyhow, he. asked, add- Eaton, a Deputy United States Mamhal," I said. "I had a warrent for this man but he drew his gun when he recognized me without giving me a chance to arrest him," Then I looked him in the eye and said, "What is your inter- est in this game anyhow?? Do you want to take a hand?" "Not by a datum-sight," he said. "I know who you are. But we just came down from Havana and stayed all night with Jack. What are you to do with him now? ',Plant him, I guess, after I get his boots and guns to show ,hat the warrant was served. "We will fake him to Hav- ana and bury him if you don't care." "That's all right. All I want is his boots and guns." "Here comes Dad," says Jonas. "He has somebody with him and, I believe they are in a hurry." John Swanick and the other |nan were riding toward us as fast as their ponies could run. John had his Winchester in his hand and was bareheaded, his ]ong hair streaming in the wind, his fine face and regular features looking like a statue come to life. COUNTERFIET MONEY "We heard the shooting," John said, "and came as fast as we could. This is Ed Saunders, the sheriff of Cooweescoowee District." We shook hands and the sherr- Iff said," Have you got these 'other men under arrest?" "No, I have a warrant only for Jack." "Damn the warrant! Put up your hands, fellows. I am the sheriff and I am arresting you for stealing cattle and for mak- ing counterfiet money. Disarm them, Frank, and see that they :don't throw anything away." I disarmed them and Ed Saun- tiers and John Swanick search- hd the men. The sheriff took a large roll of bills from each of hem and :put the handcuffs or them. he searched Jack Sch- :onwaldt's body and found a- nether roll of bills and some coins. He looked at the money and pronounced it all counter- feit. Then he said, "Put Jack on his pony, boys, and we will go and search the cabin. At the cabin we found all kinds of mold and equipment and a shot sack full of counter- feit coins. The sheriff took it all with him. We buried Jack Schonwaldt near his cabin and then we all ,went down to-Swanicks place. And Guns It was still early in the day and after dinner Ed Saunders, Jonas and I rode off with the prlsion- ers. Ed and Jonas were taking their men down to Dag Creek to put them in jail and I rode with them as far as Silver Lak where the marshals were camp- ed. The head marshal talked 'with Ed and Jonas and they told him the story of the kill- ing and arrest. He wanted to 'take the sheriff's prisioners to the Federal Jail at Fort Smith but Saunders would not give them up. I took the Schonwaldt war- rant from my saddle pocket and, gave it to the marshal, then I untied my slicker from the back of my saddle and handed him the boots and gun. He thew them into the back of the wagon. WE LOSE A MARSHALL That afternoon the head mar- hal came into camp in a hurry calling out, "Get your gun, Pete, and come with me. There is hell to pay up the river. I was after Basil Underwood and his gang and Josh Wilson was helping me. We found them and they arhipped us bad. Wilson was Veteran of The 01d West Frank Eaton This Page Sponsored By: killed and they shot my hat all. to hell! I came for you for I want to be sure to get them. You are a better shot than any or them." I was ready and we rode off to take the trail of the killers. We rode for five days and most; of the nights, stopping only to get enough rest to go on. We slept with our hats on, our hand: on our guns and our horse ground-hitched beside us. bL, I. we never saw or heard tell e|: Underwood or his gang. At last we went back to camp. q'here was a load of prisioner: by this time and we left in s couple of days for Fort Smith. Vren we arrived there, we vero given a week to rest and ge ready or the next trip. }'RED NAIL It had been a long time since the boys had been in town ant they were spending the week trying to have some fun. In our out'fit there was young Cherokee Indian named Fred Nails who was a Deputy" United States Marshal. He war; six eet and one linch tall. weighed about two hundred-ter ..... tmunds, was raw-boned witt heavy muscles. He had a cleat" light bronze skin and regtiiat- .features. Fred was handsome and a good clean boy. He go stuck on one of the girls at Pea Green Dance Hall. A Fort Smith city policeman named Surratt was also migl-- y lend of her and one night tht" two men came together. Nail had no gun because the ma- sha]s were not allowed to'carrg their guns to the dance hall. and saloons, but Surratt, as aa officer, had his gun on. The 'two men got into a fight and Sur- ratt pulled his gun and Fred Nail took it away from him ank knocked him down with his fist. S.urratt got up and left an,1 pulled Nail gave the gun to the man who ran the dance hall But Surratt got another gun and. came back. Fred Nail was sitt- ing at a table with his back t the door, when Surratt came ]a and shot him in the back wiCh- out warning, killing him instgnt, ]y. The police arrested him, of co- urse; he didn't have nerve en- ough to resist an armed man. They took him away for fear a mob would form and hang lirr or some of the marshals woulc shoot him for the brutal co.. Wardly trick. ONT/NUED NEXT WEEK N. Baker Drygoods The Perkins Journal Lee Kirk Ralph's Packing Co. MeDaniel and Son Hardware Riley's Steak House Payne County Bank