He rode around the court house square shouting "robbers" until there were several men headed for the scene. Back of the bank there was a large pile of cedar posts that Carlisle had taken in from time to time and behind these the robber took refuge. W. W. Everett, an old soldier, was exchanging shots with the bandit around this post pile when others began to arrive. The man made a run for an empty house that was in the south part of town when a bullet from C. L. Burgess's rifle hit him in the leg. In the excitement of the moment one woman who saw him trying to again rise screamed, "shoot him again, Mr. Burgess he isn't dead yet." Graham was tried and convicted but it was generally believed that he was the goat and the real bandits who planned the affair had gotten away. Graham escaped and was never again apprehended or sought for. He lived in this community for many years afterwards and made a quiet and respectable citizen. Today he is the principal owner of a bank in Wyoming.

A Singular Masquerade

Old timers still talk of the singular appearance of William Reep and his supposedly wayward nephew, William Wallace who came into the Flowerfield country a number of years ago. Wallace was a wildling and was in all kinds of episodes with other wild folks of the day. Frequently he would go on a spree with some of them for several days but never was known to be too much intoxicated to take care of him-