Spring 1863Rudy Schaffer, Storekeeper
Liberty, Missouri
All the old timers around here can tell you a story or two about Jesse James. How they arm wrestled him. How he out shot them at a turkey shoot. How he paid their mortgage.
I was about two years old when Jesse was assassinated, so I don’t have a*********s of my own. But my grandfather—August Groh, my mother’s father—used to claim that he was the first man ever robbed by Frank James. He lived his last few years down at the Odd Fellows Home, and I heard the story so many times, I can tell it better than even he could.
When I was a boy, he used to tell it every Thanksgiving and Christmas, every Fourth of July and Decoration Day. Every time the family got together, Grandpa August would drag out his old Frank James story.
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