Robert D. Jones’ great great grandparents crossed the plains in a covered wagon on the Immigrant trail. Coming from pioneer stock as they say he was born in Roosevelt Utah, a town in dispute as Indian ground. At thirteen, his father put him on a bus for a 400 mile journey to work on a cattle ranch for the summer. Working horseback in the shadow of an Indian burial ground near the Medicine Lodge River, the romance and saga of the West was etched into his mind never to leave. A student of the Nineteenth Century West, Robert enjoys collecting and using tools and paraphernalia of the period. An avid outdoorsman and horseman he is as comfortable living off the land as he is at home. He loves riding in the wild places letting his mind run free and seeing creation framed in the ears of a horse.
“You are cordially invited to attend a weeklong gathering. The world, once exhilarating, has grown tedious...” An unlikely band of scoundrels are invited by an unknown host, and asked to share their most exciting and incriminating tales. Outlaws, cowboys, and lawmen all take turns telling their stories at a campfire each night as one thing becomes clear: someone will not survive the week.
When a modern-day construction crew unearths skeletal remains beneath a gigantic boulder they discover a saddle and a Winchester, "One of One Thousand" rifle—still intact—clutched in the desiccated bones of what was once a man’s hand.
This story traces the history and remarkable journey of the rifle through the eight people who owned it and their adventures in the old west in 1873.