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Curry was mean; to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
It was the 25th of December
1894, Landusky, Montana. Jew Jake's Place was part dry-goods store, part
saloon he had one leg and in place of the other was a Winchester rifle,
and the latter leg had silenced at least two troublemakers. In essence
we can say, with a clear heart, Jew Jake was not a ladies man. It was at
his very establishment that we find Harry Logan (Kid Curry) that fine Christmas
day. The Kid had been doing an exceptional job of wrapping his Holiday
cheer in whiskey. He had been laboring at it most of the day until it was
completely invisible to any human eye that might be reckless enough to
wander in his direction. Kid Curry was in a very black mood and no amount
of red or green, nor crystal white snow could sway him out of it. Black
was his! And he wore it like a wreath, unfortunately he was fixin to decorate
the town. At some point he grew restless, staring into a glass no longer
satisfied him, the need to share was upon him, so out he went to do a little
last minute holiday shooting. In this he showed no prejudice, no one home
received more bullets than another! Windows were his favorite, he even
shot the blacksmith sign!! He treated all, as equals...there were holes
everywhere. Others, who had been in possession of that same special brand
of holiday cheer decided they to would join in, after all there was much
town left and Kid was only one man. It was the charitable thing to do.
They proceeded to ventilate
the little town until they got bored, or cold or possibly just got thirsty.
Then it was back to Jew Jakes for refreshments. Neither the libations nor
the bullets worked to fill the blackness no matter how regularly or skillfully
applied. The void remained and needed tending once again. Enter into Jew
Jake's, one Pike Landusky. For months Pike had been looking to deliver
a certain caliber Christmas card to Curry, a little note of displeasure
for the seduction of his stepdaughter by Lonnie Logan. Pike and the Kid
were sworn enemies; the saloon held its collective breath. Kid struck first,
then Pike, and so forth and so on and round about until Pike found himself
back to the floor and face to a six-shooter. He did try to reach for his
gun, but never had a chance. Six in the face beats one in the coat everytime.
Lonny stole the first wagon he could find, Kid jumped aboard and as they
drove out of sight.........he shot up what was left of the town to shoot.
Note: Kid Curry
was not invited to a lot of Christmas parties.
