![]() ![]() “Boots on, boots off, it don’t matter to us,” said one of the Brodies. “Code of the West? Is that the one where I gotta die with my boots off? Or die with my boots on?” “Wait a minute!” cried the deputy – marking the sixth time the shoot-out paused for comic relief. Their spurs tinkled as they dug their heels into the brick. ![]() The leather on their gloves creaked as they tightened their grips on their guns. The men squared up and reached for their revolvers. “We - as in me and you - are going to honor the Code of the West.” “Marshal, I think they all want to know what you have planned to do about this,” squealed the deputy. It was four against two, and the gunfighters stood a few yards apart, ready to draw. ![]() The Brodies, a bank-robbing gang on the lam from the Waco jail, had returned to Fort Worth’s historic Stockyards to exact revenge on the folks that put them away: the town marshal and his dim-witted deputy. On a warm Saturday afternoon in Fort Worth, Texas, half a dozen cowboys got ready to shoot each other. ![]()
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