![]() ![]() In 1928 Emmett was diagnosed with hypertension. This article well illustrates Emmett’s unassuming manner and the ease with which he could make friends. A final shake of the hand, and the sedan with six passengers pulled away, crossed the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks and headed for Newhall-Saugus. Two middle-aged Mexicans, one with a guitar and the other with a mandolin, were seated in the rear of the limousine. I still recall a soft midwestern quality that one attaches to a voice found in the Kansas-Oklahoma sectional. Scott and the sheriff were not given to conversation, but Dalton was free and easy. I tried to make conversation, and I failed miserably. Scott? He lives on the other side of the Sierras.” The sheriff here is from my home town, Coffeyville. If you’re ever in the city, I will be delighted to see you. I was left with Hart’s friends.ĭalton spoke first. “I’ll go with you and leave my friends with your partner.”īill Hart strode out of the station in the company of Ben Mushaney. “Well, we can go down by the old mission and find out. Do you know of any Mexicans with guitars who want to earn a few bucks?”īen spoke up. We’re having an outdoor barbeque at my ranch and need some music. The handshaking being dispensed with, he said, “I have a favor to ask of you. Scott and Sheriff McCrabb from Coffeyville, Kansas.” Hart said, “Hello, officers! I’m down from Saugus-Newhall. Man of mystery, it was rumored he had many secrets as to gold deposits in the north end of Death Valley. A second familiar face was Walter Scott, better known as “Death Valley Scotty,” a roly-poly sourdough. Hart, the old two-gun slinger of the Western silents. I immediately recognized the leading person, William S. The engine quieted, and very shortly four hulking figures entered the small room. The sound of an automobile was heard approaching. ![]() Ben and I were discussing Referee Jack Barry’s long count on Gene Tunney when he was actually knocked out by Jack Dempsey. A motorcycle officer, Ben Mushaney, turned off his motor and walked into San Fernando’s small police station. ![]()
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