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By Matthew P. Mayo

CALLING ALL SLEAZY SWINDLERS!
Everyone loves a heel, specifically one to whom not anything used to be sacred and who charmed his or her means into the hearts, minds, and wallets of bumpkins and belles alike. Hornswogglers, Fourflushers, and Snake-Oil Salesmen offers dozens of stories of petty bandits, sleazy bunko artists, and conniving conmen (and conwomen!) who traveled West to hunt their fortunes by way of preying on those that went earlier than them to settle and explore. 
Hornswogglers, Fourflushers, and Snake-Oil Salesmen tells who those nefarious ne'er-do-wells have been, what they did, and why they're remembered, and every bankruptcy is illustrated with attractive historical images and illustrations of the shady characters at paintings and play. 
Caution: Lock up your pockets prior to reading!

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Little need to play such video games. I shall lease a conveyance and continue to the castle. ” He scooped up the deal with of his baggage and clomped down the boardwalk, conscious that his presence had prompted no longer a number of stares. stable, accurately. He smiled as he walked towards a livery. as soon as on the fortress, Buntline stopped sooner than the door the place he’d been informed he may well locate Hickok. He tugged down at the backside of his vest once again, cleared his throat, then opened the door and stepped inside of. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He could quickly meet a guy he may possibly envision making famous—more well-known. He may make the fellow a family identify . . . worldwide! Why, Judson will be stunned if Hickok didn’t pay him for the privilege. As he scanned the room, a number of faces grew to become his means, then appeared again to their card video games, their beverages, their conversations, and he noticed the guy. There he was once in the back of the room, dealing with the door, a plank wall in the back of him. the fellow used to be skinny confronted, with a bony nostril, lengthy hair, and drooping mustaches. every thing concerning the guy appeared lengthy. His low-crown hat rested atop the desk via his elbow. the thrill used to be an excessive amount of for him, and Judson strode directly around the room towards the guy. “You, sir! You’re my guy! i would like you! ” The shout relatively echoed around the large, well-packed room. The voice paused consumers and riders of their tracks. Their gazes swiveled towards the shouter, a stranger who used to be particularly burly, none-too-tall, and had a silly grin less than hairy mustaches, his eyes large. And he was once having a look instantly at William Butler “Wild invoice” Hickok. Hickok appeared none too inspired. His cheek muscle tissues bunched, yet he attempted to show again to speaking with the boys with whom he was once cards. yet a moment shout looked as if it would rattle the home windows of the saloon. Hickok sighed, closed his eyes in brief, and shook his head. He used to be used to this kind of realization. yet he stunned all people within the room by way of unexpectedly emerging to his ft, playing cards and chips scattering around the baize tabletop as he stepped out from in the back of the desk. “What is it you will want, little guy? ” Hickok spoke as he strode speedy and manfully around the room, angling immediately towards the boisterous newcomer. the guy to whom he spoke halted and drew again, startled via the unexpected response his forceful phrases had instigated. “I . . . I’m,” the stranger stammered in brief yet quick collected himself. He straightened and complex on Hickok. yet rather than assembly a longer hand together with his, he was once faced with a drawn revolver and a difficult stare, sneering lips underneath these drooping mustaches. “You have twenty-four hours to get on out of this city, mister. ” He stepped shut, peeled again the hammer, and raised the lethal snout of the lengthy pistol. “Or i'll shoot you useless. Do you realize me, sir? ” His voice was once a low, chilly factor, the small mouth slightly relocating from lower than the lengthy mustaches. yet there has been no mistaking the both icy stare. Buntline knew this was once no funny story, no idle probability. He swallowed, dry and annoying. Hickok didn't flow; his gun hand was once regular.

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