The old shoe salesman wasn’t as spry as he used to be. A fact his aching and crackling joints made abundantly clear to him each and every morning when he climbed up out of bed. But he found that once he got a few cups of strong coffee in him, he didn’t feel all that bad. Real coffee, though. Not Chicory. He’d had more than enough of that as a youngster. Morning cup of joe notwithstanding, he still wasn’t moving briskly enough to suit the loudmouthed customer he was currently attending. “Don’t you know who I am?” the blowhard shouted. “I’m Bill Duggans and I’ve got a mind to bust you upside the head if you don’t find me the boots I want!” What would follow would be a lesson the loudmouthed Bill Duggans wouldn’t soon forget. And give birth to yet another legend surrounding one of the most notorious killers the old west ever knew. Check out my website for more true tales of the wild west!