Moving to our own place

We now own the domain sixgun-justice.com, and have web hosting space on 1and1.com. I will keep you posted as website progresses.

Vince aka Four-eyed Jack

Founder of Six-Gun Justice

Good start, better to come

The September meeting was attended by fewer folks than we'd've liked (Jack, Rico, Gus, Bad Blake, and Li'l Annie), but went well regardless. Efforts will be made (primarily by Jack) to acquire a paying job soon, so as to attract more members. Anyone with suggestions, please email Jack here.

Next meeting

The September meeting of Six-Gun Justice will be on Saturday, September 7th, 2013, 10am to 12 noon, at the Ludington Library Conference Room.

Ludington Library
5. S. Bryn Mawr Avenue
Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania 19010
(610) 525-1776

If you are interested in attending and learning about the group, please let me know.
foureyedjack@hotmail.com

Six-Gun Justice Organizational Meeting

The July meeting of Six-Gun Justice is Saturday 10am to 12 Noon July 27th, 2013
at the Ludington Library Conference Room.

Ludington Library
5. S. Bryn Mawr Avenue
Bryn Mawr, PA 19010
(610) 525-1776

If you are interested in attending and learning about the group, please let me know.
foureyedjack@hotmail.com

The Great Scout

by F.P. Livingston

Across the rolling, trackless plains
    I see a vision as of old.

Aye, like a knight in armor girt,
    As noble, free and quite as bold;

His flowing locks and massive brow
    Proclaimed the gallant life he
        passed

While tolling to prepare the way
    For those who built an empire vast.
          They called him Bill--
          Just Buffalo Bill.

What were the thoughts that filled
    his brain
While waiting for the final call?
Methinks he saw the blood-stained
    trail,
  The rifles flash, the red man’s fall.
The war-whoop and the massacre.
    Ah God! His life was one great
        fight.

To master man and elements,
   To force the erring mortal right.
        They called him Bill--
        Just Buffalo Bill.

He loved the fellowship of man,
   But on the veldt his fame was
        earned;
On silent plain, on lonesome trail
   Where drifting sand in summer
       burned,
And winter chilled unto the bone,
   By night, by day, he saw the star
That lifted him beyond his peers;
   That made him first in peace or
       war.
        They called him Bill--
        Just Buffalo Bill.

The last of all the famous scouts
   That blazed the way across the
        sand,
He led the van thru lands unknown,
   Where now a hundred cities stand.
His princely mien, his kindly deeds,
   Will long resound from hearth to
        hearth.

Strange tales they’ll tell by fireside
   Of mighty deeds and of his worth.
        They called him Bill--
        Just Buffalo Bill.

---

Excerpted from Buffalo Bill’s autobiography, Life and Adventures of Buffalo Bill
Published by John R. Stanton & Co., Chicago 1917