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"We don't like any snakes in the weeds at this table."
Brendan plays "Sheriff Purdy," a highly literate lawman... although he has apparently never read any books having to do with the law. He presides over the town, keeps track of the shootings and hangings (although, he says, "I don't keep count"), and even the duals... one of which our hero Strindler will take part in. Purdy has steely eyes, a silver tongue, and golden teeth... only we mean literally, golden teeth, which he uses to spout poetry, quote Dickinson, and demean Mexicans in the poorer part of his town.
When sheriffs weren't being taxmen or shit-shovelers, they watched over the inmates in the town jail, and many lawmen received no pay other than a percentage of any money that those they arrested might be fined, or the collection of bounties on the heads of wanted men. This often led them to have second jobs or sometimes, to use their badges in establishing protection rackets or other crimes. In the Old West, the line between lawman and outlaw was fluid. Some men behind the badge started out as devoted public servants committed to keeping law and order, but made questionable choices that landed them on the wrong side of the law. But sheriffs were rarely gunfighters. Their work would consist of weeks of boring tasks (giving Purdy a lot of reading time), punctuated by moments of high drama and sometimes deadly confrontation. For this and many other reasons, nobody lasted in the job for very long. At right, Navajo County's first elected sheriff (in 1895), Francis Joseph Wattron, ran the drugstore during the day and the gaming tables into the early morning hours. In 1899, Frank sent out an invitation to a hanging: "Latest improved methods in the art of scientific strangulation will be employed and everything possible will be done to make the proceedings cheerful and the execution a success." The townspeople (and President William McKinley) were not amused and responded by not electing Frank for a second term as sheriff. After his wife and children left and moved to California, frank he told his pals, "I've got a one-way ticket punched straight through to hell with no stops." Frank's friends found him unconscious on his drugstore cot, an empty bottle of laudanum beside him. He died shortly after, on August 2nd, 1905.
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