n the towns where banks were robbed in Missouri, at
the time that the raids took place, and in many instances that I was
thousands of miles away.

In the fall of 1868 Jim and Bob went with me to Texas. Mother's health
had failed perceptibly, the result in a large measure of her exposure at
the time the militia forced her to burn her house, and we sought to make
her a home in a milder climate in the southwest. The next two or three
years we spent there gathering and driving cattle, my sister joining us
and keeping house for us at Syene, Dallas county, where we made our
headquarters.

I was at Austin, Texas, when the Gallatin, Mo., bank was robbed; another
crime of which we have been accused by the romancers, though never, so far
as I know, by the authorities.

In 1870 and 1871 Jim was deputy sheriff of Dallas county.

Jim and Bob sang in the church choir there until 1872, when Bob, who was
only seventeen, and in love with one of the local belles, felt keenly the
obloquy attaching to the accusation that his brother Cole had robbed the
Kansas City fair, and left Dallas.

One of the lies that had been published broadcast concerning me is that I
killed five men and shot five others in a row over a "jobbed" horse race
in Louisiana. There is this much truth about it--there was a jobbed race,
and after it I fought a duel, but not over the race.

In the crowd that was present at the race was one Capt. Jim White, to whom
I had sent word during the war that when I met him again he would have to
apologize or fight because of circulating some scandal about a young woman
friend of mine.

White introduced himself to me after this race, where a friend of mine had
been swindled out of considerable money, and we went over to a neighboring
plantation to shoot it out. At the first fire his right arm was shattered
at the shoulder. He thought he was fatally hurt, and so did I at first,
and he called me over and said:

"Captain Younger, whether I die or not, I want to shake hands with you as
a friend. I have had some differences of this sort with others and came
out all right; people have sneered at my success and said, 'Wait till
Cap'n Younger gets at you. He'll fix you!' So I finally made up my mind
to fight you, right or wrong."

I told my friend who owned the plantation to take care of White, and I
went to Texas to make in the cattle business some of the money I had lost
trying to raise cotton. The next year I was over