I was born in El Paso, Texas, the first of 3 children to Franky and Betsy Tucker. Grew up during the
Civil War wanting to serve in the military, but the war ended. At a very young age I went to work
on a ranch as a ranch hand and later started rustling cattle. Got bored rustling cattle, so I turned to
holding up stagecoaches and trains. After serving time in jail, I turned gambler and shot a man during a
card game in Tombstone, Arizona. The dirty scoundrel cheated me! After several years of dirty deeds,
I settled in Colorado, accepting a position as Town Marshall in a small central mining town. After serving
10 years as a member of the law, I retired to the mountains where I panned for gold and lived off the land.