I had to get away and the only way to do it was to fake my death, change my name and move to Texas.  It wasn't easy back then but it was a whole lot easier in my day; before I.D. cards and other modern advances. 

All a man had to do was change his name, relocate and have a few trustworthy friends and that is exactly what I did.  I had tried to stage my death 3 years earlier but that didn't work out to well.  Turns out when you're wanted as much as I was, people like to see the body for proof. 

When Wood Hite got shot I saw my chance and used it to my advantage and got away free as a bird.  The fact that hardly anyone outside my close knit circle of friends and family knew what I really looked like helped a whole lot!  I used to laugh hard about all the different descriptions of me...short, tall, medium...they didn't have a clue, and that's just the way I liked it.

That is until my Great-Granddaughter got involved.  One of my descendants, Betty Dorsett Duke was bright enough and determined enough to actually figure it all out.  Of course, I left a few clues behind to help but I didn't make it too easy.  Now Betty's written another book telling the world exactly how I did it.  You can read more about that below.