A Kid Curry Christmas
(a true story)
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Kid Curry was mean; to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
It was the 25th of December 1894, Landusky, Montana. Jew Jake's Place was part dry-goods store, part saloon he had one leg and in place of the other was a Winchester rifle, and the latter leg had silenced at least two troublemakers. In essence we can say, with a clear heart, Jew Jake was not a ladies man. It was at his very establishment that we find Harry Logan (Kid Curry) that fine Christmas day. The Kid had been doing an exceptional job of wrapping his Holiday cheer in whiskey. He had been laboring at it most of the day until it was completely invisible to any human eye that might be reckless enough to wander in his direction. Kid Curry was in a very black mood and no amount of red or green, nor crystal white snow could sway him out of it. Black was his! And he wore it like a wreath, unfortunately he was fixin to decorate the town. At some point he grew restless, staring into a glass no longer satisfied him, the need to share was upon him, so out he went to do a little last minute holiday shooting. In this he showed no prejudice, no one home received more bullets than another! Windows were his favorite, he even shot the blacksmith sign!! He treated all, as equals...there were holes everywhere. Others, who had been in possession of that same special brand of holiday cheer decided they to would join in, after all there was much town left and Kid was only one man. It was the charitable thing to do.
They proceeded to ventilate the little town until they got bored, or cold or possibly just got thirsty. Then it was back to Jew Jakes for refreshments. Neither the libations nor the bullets worked to fill the blackness no matter how regularly or skillfully applied. The void remained and needed tending once again. Enter into Jew Jake's, one Pike Landusky. For months Pike had been looking to deliver a certain caliber Christmas card to Curry, a little note of displeasure for the seduction of his stepdaughter by Lonnie Logan. Pike and the Kid were sworn enemies; the saloon held its collective breath. Kid struck first, then Pike, and so forth and so on and round about until Pike found himself back to the floor and face to a six-shooter. He did try to reach for his gun, but never had a chance. Six in the face beats one in the coat everytime. Lonny stole the first wagon he could find, Kid jumped aboard and as they drove out of sight.........he shot up what was left of the town to shoot.
Note: Kid Curry was not invited to a lot of Christmas parties.

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