t didn’t matter a damn that Bill Doolin had never killed another man, that he was a loving husband and a devoted father with a young son. No — Bill became a target for every Deputy U.S. Marshal in Oklahoma Territory because the people hailed him as “The King of the Outlaws.” That alone meant he had to die — so his fate would set an example to anyone who thought of following his in his footsteps. While Bill and his gang, the Oklahombres, raised hell throughout the Twin Territories of Oklahoma and the Indian Nations, U.S. Marshal E. D. Nix sent three hundred of his best men out with orders to catch or kill them. And that army of badge-packers were led by Nix’s ‘Three Guardsmen’ — the living legends that were Bill Tilghman, Heck Thomas and Chris Madsen. But that was the thing about the Oklahombres – they were going to be living legends too … or die trying!
I really enjoyed this book. I was sad that Bill let himself get killed. But I can understand being tired of running all the time. He did try to turn himself in. Look forward to the next book. The Plainsman.