LONG FORGOTTEN MEMOIR BY ONE OF THE MOST FEARED
(YET VIRTUALLY UNKNOWN TODAY)
1870’S OLD WEST GUNFIGHTER, HIRED GUN REGULATOR,
AND LAWMAN DISCOVERED HIDDEN AWAY
IN A STAGE COACH TRUNK IN ABANDONED BARN.
THIS ONE-OF-A-KIND BOOK IS A TIME MACHINE
THAT TAKES YOU BACK AND REVEALS
THE EYE OPENING TRUE STORY
OF WHAT REALLY WENT ON IN THE WILD WEST’S:
KILL OR BE KILLED FAST DRAW SHOOTOUTS,
HELL-BENT-FOR-LEATHER OUTLAW CHASES,
AND LEAD DODGIN’ NARROW ESCAPES
Fill Your Hand You Son-Of-A-Bitch
Kill Or Be Killed In The Real Old West
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Who was he?
His name was Frank Eaton and he was known simply as: “Pistol Pete”
Don’t be surprised if you’ve never heard of ’em because you won’t find his name in any of today’s western history encyclopedias or glorified in movies or on TV.
But make no mistake about it – -he was one of the most feared men of his time to ever buckle on a gun rig.
There are many more nitty-gritty details ahead.
But first. . .it must be made crystal clear exactly what these details are all about.
This is NOT the Hollywood or TV mythical version of the Old West where a guy wearing a mask firing silver bullets shoots the guns out of the bad guys hands.
Or the singing cowboy with the white hat rescues the schoolmarm.
Immerses You In The Real, Raw, Wild West
Instead, this IS a real Old West gunfighter holding nothing back – -using at times what would be considered today to be “politically incorrect” language – -to tell the eye opening true story of real Old West gunfighters, dedicated lawmen and astonishingly dangerous outlaws.
OK, if the above didn’t buck you off – -then here’s the fascinating story of: tough-as-nails law dawg, cattlemen’s association hired gunslinger, and fearless “Injun” fighter- -Frank “Pistol Pete” Eaton.
“Pistol Pete” got his nickname when he was 15 years old because a family friend said he could: “Shoot the head off a snake with either hand.”
And what makes his being such a dead shot really remarkable is he was born with a crossed right eye (take a look at his photo above left). But, he figured out a way to hit what he was aiming at without needing to sight down the barrel.
Then, “Pistol Pete’s” west really gets wild.
By the time he was 16, he’d mastered a thumbed, two-gun, high hip, cross-draw so lightening fast he gunned down a local bad hombre despite the troublemaker already having his Winchester:
“Leveled, ready for business. But like a
rattler, my hand went to my hip.”
“Before his gun went off there were two
forty-fives through his breast.”
“He fell on his face on the ground with
his gun under him.”
From that day forward “Pistol Pete’s” reputation as: “The boy who packed the truest and fastest guns in Indian Territory” was born.
And his future as a gunfighter was sealed. He would go on to carve 11 notches on his guns.
At age 17 he got his commission as a Deputy U.S. Marshal becoming one of the youngest – if not the youngest – lawman in Old West history.
“Pistol Pete” always lived the cowboy code of never going back on his word or backing down from a fight. And he carried his pair of loaded Colt .45 Peacemakers until he died peacefully in his bed at age 97.
He often said his best life insurance was:
“Throwin’ a lot a lead fast and straight”
Just let this sink in for a minute what an extraordinary man this was……
A dead shot at 15.
Puts the first of 11 notches on his guns at 16.
Gets his Deputy U.S. Marshall’s commission at 17.
Lives to be 97 – -when other gunfighters of the time ended up in Boot Hill due to a fatal case of “lead poisoning”, were hung or otherwise met their demise in their teens or early 20’s.
Billy the Kid for example was gunned down at age 21.
Thanks to Chucksville.com for this photo of
the marker where Billy the Kid died.
Unique Detailed First-Hand Account Of
Real Old West Street Duels
“Pistol Pete’s” memoir is a unique, one-of-a-kind, detailed, handbook that vividly describes how he survived all the years of face-down-in-the-street gunfights and shootouts where the odds of him walking away alive were slim because the deadly outcome was sure to be: “One of us will be slinging hash in hell tomorrow.”