“Here I lay in my black sheeted bed, with

both of my Blackbird Blasters under my

black cased pillow. It is the year 1882, and the age of the cowboy has only just recently

begun. I am the first outlaw, and to honor

the stereotype that melds the color black

with my line of work, I surround myself with

black. They call me Dangerous Dan,

for the mere fact that I am a robber willing

to use firearms to meet my goals. I suspect

that I will not be the only one in my trade.

I do, however, believe that I will be the best

at it for as long as I live. No one can catch

me. Many have tried, but both day and night

I am the most cunning and elusive thief

there ever was.”

“My method is simple. I ride my horse, Sebastian, from town “For me life is all about the thrill, the challenge.

to town stealing what I can from the local banks with the help If I am not being challenged, I walk away. At least I

of threats, and the posse of followers that I have gathered over used to, back when I did not have a gang. Nowadays,

the past year. The twenty-five of us just hit gold, literally, in even the easiest bank to rob is not overlooked, and

California, where there was a man digging an extensive tunnel though I do not show the men, I feel disappointed.

deep into the side of a cliff. My men tied him up I will enjoy the fruits of my labor, but even I am

and now we are several golden nuggets richer. The biggest ashamed to prosper over what is not truly earned.

drive behind all of this though, at least for me, is the fact that I do plan on retiring someday. I hope to have a wife

I stand alone. I am the one man who escapes even the best , whom I plan on keeping from harm along with the

attempts at capturing him. Sure my boys help, but they are rest of my family. We will hide, if we must from

in it for the goods.”my reputation. I suppose that means I cannot travel

too far as an outlaw. I need someplace to live in peace.”