Ol' Henry "Fingers" Bergamon died on his horse. Shot himself in the stomach with his own gun and rode upright on his horse for a week straight. Fingers' horse, Peachtree, was a marvelous golden steed, alive in every way the desert wasn't. You've never seen a happier horse than Peachtree. That horse started every day like a gambler on payday, he seemed to strut, even on a rainy morning. Peachtree even had notable footfalls. He touched the ground almost nostalgically, one rather poetic countryman said it seemed as though Peachtree were "caressing the face of an old remembered love" as he breezed over the badlands. So it was said that Peachtree was carrying Fingers in tribute, in loyal tribute to his sullen, moody owner. It was said that Peachtree wanted to bring him back to his old ranch as a final resting place. It was also said that he simply couldn't shake him off.
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Posted by Dan at June 17, 2014 12:22 AM