My Great, Great Grandmother was driving through Midland, Texas, sometime in the 1920s and stopped her car at an intersection. It was the oil boom and some 60 years off the War of Northern Aggression.
A man appeared at the door and demanded she give him her money. She reached inside the glove compartment of her vehicle and produced a revolver, which she pointed directly at that man's face. He ran.
They were made of stern stuff, those women.
I file this narrative under "frontier justice" in '20s Texas.
Your Old Friend,
LSP
9 comments:
Your G'G'Gmother rocks.
Um.......what was you great, great grandma doing in Texas. Inquiring minds want to know.
I've met your mother and could see her doing that as well.
Hobo comes up to an isolated house along side the D&RG main line. Finds a woman and four year old child alone. Gets prody. Meets a Model 94 30.30 held by a five foot woman. As he runs down the tracks, rounds are impacting around his feet. Fortunate man. My mother could shoot the eye out of a magpie.
I bet the gun "triggered" him and he had to retreat to his safe space.
Thanks, JC, I get the feeling she didn't mess around.
I think she was mostly driving about in furs and a Daimler, Adrienne(!). Not short of a pistol for all that.
LL, you're right on the money.
He was a lucky man, WSF, and a foolish one for trying that on.
I'm picturing tracks, running and the impact of a 30-30... Well done, your Mother.
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