Tombstone: The Superhero of the West Part Two

By M Missy

Hello; my name is Morgan Matthew McCoy III. I grew up near the small coal mining town of Pottsville Pennsylvania. At 18 years of age we moved to Tombstone Arizona; my father was a mining engineer.

My childhood was full of confusion, despair, sadness, a very disappointed father; a very loving mother, a thick leather strap, many tears, and a saving angel.

During my growing years in Pennsylvania, during our wagon train trip to the West, and after our settlement in Tombstone; problems and trouble seemed to find me at every turn. There just seemed like there were bad men everywhere; sometimes the bad person was me.

Because of some special God given talents, though no wish of my own, I became the greatest UNKNOWN gun fighter, protector of the innocent, and healer of the sick and injured; the West had ever; NOT KNOWN!

My great fame came, not just because of my many feats, but from the fact I was able to keep my identity a secret. Thus; I became known as “The Ghost”. How did I do so? I had secrets of my own.

My story will tell you; while the likes of my friends Wyatt Earp and his brothers; Morgan, Warren, and Virgil, along with Wyatt’s good friends; Doc Holiday and Bat Masterson; became the famous ones; it was me who was the real law; the real protector of the people. It was me who helped Wyatt Earp finish the outlaw group known as; THE COWBOYS!

I have killed more bad men than all the famous lawmen put together. It was me. Well; let me not tell you the end of my story now. Let me just say you will be surprised to know the answer to two of the West’s most famous mysteries.

How did I accomplish such without becoming famous myself; how did I hide my identity? That answer is what made my life the most unusual of lives. That answer is what made me; who I became;

THE GHOST!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781669802716

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

INDIANS

IRRIGATION

NEWS

FIGHT; WHIP; DEATH

CHRISTMAS

NEW YEAR

WYATT’S IN TROUBLE

BAD MOOD; BAD DAY!

GEORGE IS GONE!

DOES IT EVER END?

MARSHALL FRED WHITE

BAD WEEKEND

LET US PRAY FOR A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

MOM TOLD ME

ANOTHER INTERESTING SATURDAY

HOW DID SHE KNOW?

THE HIGHWAY MEN

BUDDY AND LIZZY

JENNY’S REAL MAN

THIRTY DAYS OF DEATH

THE BAD BOYS

OK CORRAL

DOUBLE TROUBLE

VIRGIL EARP

SEX SLAVES

DAY SEVEN

THAT REALLY HURT

MORGAN EARP

WYATT’S POSSE

ELLA, SAMUAL, AND SCOTT

THREE ANGELS; ONE DEVIL

CHICKEN BULLY

FEUD

JOHNNY RINGO

FOLLOW UP

INTRODUCTION

Hello; my name is Morgan Michael McCoy III. I grew up on a small farm in the 1860’s and 70’s in the farming community which fed Pottsville; a small coal mining town in Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania, named by the founder of Philadelphia, William Penn, means; Penn’s Woods.

Pottsville, about 100 miles northwest of Philadelphia, was founded in 1806 by a fellow named John Potts. What made the town grow was its extensive coal lands; one of the largest coal mining areas in Pennsylvania. In 1851 Pottsville became the county seat.

My family was composed of my father, Morgan Michael McCoy Jr.; my mother, Mary McCoy, my two sisters, May Mary McCoy, who was two years older than me, and March Mary McCoy, who was two years younger than me.

What makes my young life’s story worth telling? I was the most unusual boy; a very small boy who wanted to be a girl. A childhood full of confusion and despair; with a very disappointed father, a leather strap, much sadness, many tears, and a saving angel.

Later, while traveling to and settling, in my late teens, in Tombstone Arizona; I became the greatest unknown gun fighter and protector of the innocent the West had ever; NOT KNOWN!

My story will tell you; while the likes of Wyatt Earp, his brothers, Doc Holiday, and Bat Masterson became the famous ones; the fact was, they only became so famous as I protected them, while hiding my own identity. It was me who helped Wyatt Earp finish the outlaw group known as; THE COWBOYS!

I have killed more bad men than all the famous lawmen put together. It was me; well; let me not tell you the end of my story now. Let me just say you will be surprised to know the answer to two of the West’s most famous mysteries; at least before now.

How did I accomplish such; without becoming famous myself; how did I hide my identity? That answer is what made my life the most unusual of lives. That answer is what made me who I became;

THE GHOST!

Hello dear Reader, and welcome back;

we pick up with the story we left you with in book one; then the conclusion.

INDIANS

Thanksgiving, November 27th, 1879;

Jenny was planning to have a big meal, not only the four of us, but for Swen and Lester as well. Lester is the fellow Swen hired as his helper. He seemed like a good fellow; young like all of us, clean, good teeth, not tall and muscular like Swen, rather about 5 foot 8 inches tall, about 150 pounds, very average, very average in looks also.

I was upstairs that morning making May’s bed when I heard Alison scream. I rushed to the top of the stairs; grabbed my gun belt; put it on. I sure did not know if I was going to need a gun, but I was always cautious; I just never knew; we lived in an almost lawless place. There was hardly a day that went by when someone in town was not shot and killed; usually just two fellows arguing over cards or a woman.

I rushed downstairs as fast as my five-inch-high heels would take me to find Alison, Jenny, and May shivering in fright as they looked out the window; there were six Indians sneaking up to the back of the house.

I smiled and told them it was fine; I knew the one; it was Chappo; he would not harm us; he just did not know it was our house.

Poor Alison; she was visibly shaking in fear; already the tears were dripping down her cheeks. I certainly understood her feelings, as you know, she was captured by the Apaches once before; it was Chappo who gave her to me.

I went out the front door to get the wreath Geronimo had given me; to show Chappo, so it was not necessary for me to kill them, or most of them before they got me, as I was sure they would not recognize me as Missy.

However, when I opened the front door there were four Apaches in the front of the house also. They were all looking at the wreath which was hanging by the front door; so, I figured they would not be a problem

I asked if they spoke English; one spoke up and said; me speak.

Good, I said; call Chappo.

He shook his head yes and went to the back of the house and brought Chappo and the other five braves to the front of the house.

Chappo looked at the wreath; looked at me and asked; where boy-girl?

It is me, Chappo. I am the boy-girl.

Chappo came closer and looked me over carefully and said; NO! You not boy-girl; you squaw; too pretty; too tall.

Chappo; I started to say.

But, Chappo interrupted me and asked; how you know name; how you know Chappo name?

It is me, Chappo, the boy-girl as I took off my wig. I could tell he was still not convinced so I lifted the front of my dress to show Chappo my penis, as I lowered my panties a bit.

That was very embarrassing, having to show off my little penis to those Apaches, but, I did not have much time to think about it. It seemed like the easiest way.

Chappo smiled; you boy-girl; you look like real squaw now.

I smiled and asked Chappo why he was here; it was not safe for him and Geronimo promised you would not harm anyone in the Tombstone area.

Boy-girl; bad hunting; need food.

Chappo; are you the ones who have been stealing livestock from the ranchers lately?

Yes, boy-girl, but we kept promise; we did not hurt anyone around Tombstone, like the great Geronimo promised you.

I gave Chappo a big smile and told him I understood. I thanked him for keeping the word of the great Geronimo. That seemed to make all the Apaches feel comfortable and unthreatened; as they seemed to relax and lower their weapons.

Chappo; you stay; we feed you and your braves?

Yes, boy-girl; we stay as your friend boy-girl; you are friend to the Apache. I took off my gun belt and hung it on a hook on the porch post as I did not want to appear threatening to his braves.

I told Chappo the water in the creek was cool; for his braves and for the horses; they were free to bathe if they wished.

I went inside to get Jenny. The three ladies were still huddled together, scared half to death. I could not blame them; they had all heard stories about the Apaches raping white women and taking some as slaves.

I told Jenny it was Chappo. Jenny knew of him from the wagon train; she was with me that day at the river. I told Jenny she and May needed to make a bigger meal as 10 Apaches were joining us.

Jenny; smiled and said; just like the very first Thanksgiving.

Yes, Jenny; I guess you are correct. However, I told Jenny later; although the first story of Thanksgiving was with the Pilgrims and the Indians after the Indians showed the Pilgrims how to plant and raise corn; such was not why we cerebrated Thanksgiving.

The reason we celebrate Thanksgiving; pursuant to George Washington, our first President, was to celebrate the end of the Revolutionary war with the signing of the Constitution of the United States. Most people did not seem to know such.

I looked at Alison; I told her I understand she never wanted to see an Apache ever again. She was welcome to stay in the house and help, but she did not need to come outside to share the meal with them. However, I added; we cannot send then away; it is too important we remain their friends for the safety of everyone in the Tombstone area. Additionally, Alison; I think you would feel better facing them, rather than hiding. After all, they did not rape you or hurt you in any way. I think it would show them all white people are not bad; even forgiving; after all, taking slaves is a normal behavior of many Indian tribes; it was not like they thought they were doing anything wrong.

Alison told me she would think about it.

I felt a bit embarrassed being dressed as a girl; as all those Apaches knew I was not such. I was going to ask Jenny if I could change into Morgan; but, the boy-girl was who Chappo knew; the boy-girl was their friend, I decided not to change such.

When it was time to eat; I asked Alison to come outside and eat with us. We had two large tables set up in the front of the house. I thought Alison would feel better seeing Chappo and his braves eat and speak to us in a friendly setting.

Alison thought about it and agreed; if I would stay with her. I smiled; taking her hand in hand; staying by her side; I walked her outside. The poor girl, I could feel her shaking; she was being very courageous.

When Chappo saw her; he stood up and said; hello pretty lady; Chappo happy to see you safe.

I could feel Alison physically shaking inside. I squeezed her hand; she calmed a bit. I sat her down; I sat next to her. She looked at Chappo and said; thank you. No matter how much Alison hated Chappo; she was a smart girl; she understood her life; the lives of many others would depend on the Apaches keeping Geronimo’s promise to me. Alison was there to hear Geronimo’s promise; she knew. She also knew Chappo did not rape her and gave her up to me willingly; he did not have to do so. I thought Alison was very brave; very courageous.

We had plenty of food. The three ladies made a big meal and we fed Chappo and his braves until they could not eat anymore, until they were fat and happy.

Chappo and I spoke of many things, but mostly about his tribe having more and more problems finding food. When they were ready to leave; I told Chappo to take two of our cows with them; they should feed your tribe for a couple of weeks.

Chappo looked at me and said; you give Chappo two cows?

I shook my head yes, Chappo; two cows. Chappo held out his hand to me; I thought he had a tear in his eye when he said; boy-girl, you too good to be white.

Chappo; if you need more, don’t hurt anyone, you come back here; you will always be my friend.

Boy-girl; I have no present for you in return.

Chappo; such is not true; you bring friendship and peace, there is no better present.

Chappo just stood there looking at me. I was sure he never heard such talk from any white person.

Boy-girl; thank you, as Chappo shook my hand.

Just as Chappo was about to leave, one of his braves; who did not eat with us; rather apparently, he was left off the ranch as a guard; came riding in; saying something to Chappo in their language. They all grabbed their rifles and looked like they were waiting for trouble.

Boy-girl; there are villagers coming, about 30 of them, we must go.

NO! Chappo; if you go, they will catch you. You cannot move fast with those cows; you will just end up shooting some of them and losing some of your braves. Such will just re-flame bad feelings.

The conclusion;

let me handle this, Chappo.

Chappo just looked at me; he was not sure what to do.

I looked at Jenny; she knew what I wanted; she said; GO!

I told Chappo what to do and I told Jenny what to do. I ran inside; changed into Morgan; came back out just in time as 30 men from town were there at the barn. I moved over to head them off. I stood with Chappo at my side; his braves spread out behind us; as we faced the men from town.

That’s far enough, I said; the men stopped to speak with me. I explained to the men from town about the wreath; what it meant; not only for my family but for the entire town of Tombstone.

The so-called leader of the group just looked at me and said; we do not care, they are Apaches and we aim to kill them.

SIR! You in particular, will not be killing anyone this day.

He looked at me and asked; why is that, little boy with a gun, as most of the men laughed at me.

Sir; because you will be the first one to die today. If anyone of you moves forward or raises a gun; I will put a bullet between your eyes and your family will no longer have a husband or a father. After that Sir; you will not care what happens here.

That seemed to give him pause; he sort of lost his courage. Although, I was certain he was not sure this little boy, as he called me, could shoot straight or shoot fast.

The man on the far left of the front group had some mean eyes; he was the one I thought may be a problem.

Then; a man from the back of the group came forward and told everyone to hold up. He told everyone he was on the wagon train with me and not only could I shoot, I saved the entire wagon train from Geronimo and 250 Apaches.

He told them; the boy is telling the truth; the wreath was given to him by Geronimo himself; that is why ever since his family arrived in town in July there have been no more Indian raids, no one has been killed since the day he arrived, not by Indians anyway; he added.

All the white men seemed to calm and relax. All except the one guy on the end to my left, I thought I would need to kill him.

The man behind the leader whispered something to him. The leader said; is that right; are you the young fellow the newspaper called the Ghost; the one who shows up from nowhere; helps people; returns to nowhere.

I smiled; the girls and I liked that story; it is a good cover for people not knowing who Missy is.

Yes, Sir; I responded.

Alright, Morgan, we certainly have no quarrel with you; we will accept your advice; maybe this day will help bring peace and not more hate.

NO! NO! NO! The man on the end screamed out. I came here to kill Indians; I am going to kill some Indians. I saw his hand go for his gun; I drew and put a .45 between his eyes and re-holstered before he hit the ground with a thump; as he fell from his horse.

The spokesmen in the front looked at me in a whole different light, noting; WOW! I guess you can shoot; thank you little fellow, you saved a lot of lives here today.

I introduced Chappo to them as Geronimo’s son; in an effort to humanize the Apaches with the townsmen. It seemed to ease the tension on a few of their faces.

The spokesmen nodded his head; tipped his hat to Chappo and told two of his men to put Harry back on his horse; they draped him over his saddle; they all turned around and left; I told Chappo he could go in peace.

Chappo looked at me; held out his hand again to shake mine; as he said again; you good person boy-girl, too good to be white!

Chappo; I told your father that day on the ridge, there is plenty of land here for all of us; we don’t need to be killing each other over it. I meant it then; I mean it today.

Yes, boy-girl; land yes, food no!

You be safe Chappo; you come back and visit again. Maybe you can bring your father with you next time.

Boy-girl; you friend of the Apache forever; we will see you again.

The Indians left; the ranch was quiet again. Alison came over and gave me a big hug as she cried on my shoulder and told me she was so scared the entire time, but obviously, I knew what I was doing. Thank you, brother, thank you for being here to protect us. Interesting I thought; Alison always called me Missy or sister. But she called me brother when I made her feel safe; or was dressed as Morgan; maybe both.

Jenny looked at me; came over and gave me a big hug also and said; you make me very proud; you have quite a gift for knowing what to do and backing it up with that Colt of yours.

May came over to me; gave me a nice hug too.

However, a problem, maybe? Both Swen and Lester learned that day; Morgan did not live elsewhere; Missy was Morgan. There was no way around it under the circumstances of the day. Jenny explained everything to them later in the day. She told me later they understood how important it was for us to keep the secret. They promised they would do so.

Jenny seemed extra excited that night when she had me lick her to four explosions. She even let me play with myself.

The next day; the newspaper told of the story, beginning with;

THE GHOST:

Thanksgiving was certainly a thanksgiving of lives this year as The Ghost headed off a battle between townsmen and a band of Apaches, led by Geronimo’s very own son, Chappo.

Then; the newspaper told the story, finishing with; for the first time; we learned, apparently, The GHOST, was also a shootist; in addition to a good Samaritan.

IRRIGATION

December 6th, 1879;

the irrigation pump I had ordered from town arrived; I was so excited. However, I was disappointed they did not sell the oil which made the engine run. Swen loaded the pump in one wagon to take home. I told Lester to take the other wagon and go over to the mine and buy some oil from them. They were expecting Lester; as I gained their agreement in advance to sell us the oil. They had plenty as they used it for much larger engines for their mine work and we did not require but a little.

When Swen and I got home; Swen moved the engine into place. Swen and I had been planning for its arrival since the week after Swen started working for us. Swen and Lester had already laid the pipe from the creek to the top of the hill where we wanted to pump the water.

On the top of the hill, Swen and Lester had dug a round hole about 10 feet across and three feet deep. Extending out from that hole were 13 different small trenches running down the hill in all directions. From those 13 downhill trenches, they ran additional trenches around the circumference of the hill; circles around the hill with enough room between each circle to plant whatever we wanted to plant.

My idea was; when the water pump filled up the big hole; the water would flow down the trenches in all directions and saturate the small trenches with water; the water would soak into the land next to each trench as it ran down the hill thereby making the land available to grow crops or fruit and or trees.

Swen and I needed to wait for an hour before Lester came back with the oil. We filled the engine with the oil; it started. I must admit, it worked just as advertised as the motor started right up and sucked the water from the creek; filling up the hole as the water ran in all directions down each trench.

However, the water was running down the trenches too fast as we were not getting the absorption rate we needed. So, I had Lester shut off the motor and make the big hole three times bigger. Then we lined the big hole with rocks and put a bed sheet on those rocks and used more rocks to hold the bed sheet down.

Then we used small pipes at the bottom of the big hole to feed though the ground to each trench. All the water from the big hole; with the water pressure, or weight of the water, would push itself through all the small pipes into each trench, but more slowly as the water could only enter the trench at the rate the water could pass thru the small pipes.

I did not think of that part myself. I designed it after the same theory as those big water tanks they used alongside of the railroad tracks to fill up the train engines with water. The big tanks provided the water pressure to push the water out of the water tanks down the waterspout to the train engine. But my point was; no matter how much pressure was created by the water tank; only so much water could flow thru the spout; thereby controlling the amount of water to the train.

That worked even better than I had hoped. However, we were losing too much water thru the bottom of the big hole. So, for the time; we needed to get a wagon cover which we used to waterproof the bottom of the hole to keep the water from draining away.

Later I thought; when Swen had the time, he could build a water tank and hook all the pipes up that way. Then we could control the amount of water and the water pressure; based on how much water we put in the tank at one time.

Overall, a great success!

NEWS

Saturday, December 20th, 1879;

my new irrigation system was working very well; Swen was already able to begin planting crops and trees as the ground was maintaining the moisture. It seemed the moist ground was happier to accept more water than the dry ground.

Jenny was not feeling very well that Saturday, so May went into town with me. Everyone I had met in town had accepted Missy; as a girl. After 18 years of mostly unhappiness; over the last six months, I was finding much happiness looking like a girl and living with three ladies who accepted me as me.

I went into the gun shop to buy some bullets. May did not like going in there; she waited on the bench out front. However, when I came out, I found May with a great big smile on her face.

Knowing how in love May was with Swen; I could not imagine who she could have seen in town which would have her smiling so big.

Missy; I just saw Wyatt Earp and his two brothers, Anthony and Virgil.

YOU ARE KIDDING, THE EARPS ARE HERE; IN TOMBSTONE; WHERE, MAY? I WANT TO GO AND SAY HELLO!

Missy; they will not recognize you; when you met them, you were a young man, not a young lady.

I was very disappointed as I noted; yes, May you are correct, I would not like them to see me like this anyway. I will need to dress as Morgan and come back another time. I was very happy Wyatt and his brothers were in Tombstone; I assumed the town would be safer with them around.

If only I knew?

When we got home; I sat down on the front porch with Jenny, who was enjoying the warm sun on her face. I made her a cup of tea; sat down with her and conveyed my exciting news about Wyatt and his brothers.

I also brought the newspaper home and found a very disturbing story within. The story was very similar to the one we read before about a girl being taken from town; then raped and beaten. This time the story was about the taking of two teenage girls from town.

According to the newspaper; the girls, who were unnamed for privacy reasons, told the following story;

The one girl said; we were walking along the side of the road headed into town when two riders came by. The two men jumped off their horses and put something over our mouths and noses; then we did not remember anything until we awoke in a barn. We both were tied with our hands behind our backs; while being secured to a support post, so we could not run. We had no idea where we were; on what farm or ranch.

Then some fellow came into the barn and untied me. He told me if we called him Daddy and obeyed him; he would let us go. Otherwise, he would kill us and bury us in the desert; no one would ever know what happened to us.

I was so scared, but I managed to say alright, Daddy, as I cried.

The fellow took my hand and walked me over to a bench. He sat down on the bench, pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt, and lowered my bloomers. I continued to cry the whole time. He started to spank me with a big wood hairbrush; as I screamed and cried so hard. He spanked me long and hard; until my bottom was so swollen, I could hardly feel the hairbrush any longer.

The man let me cry over his lap for a minute or so, then stood me up and asked; are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to spank you longer?

Thru my continued crying, I told him; I will be a good girl.

He complained I did not say; I will be a good girl, Daddy.

So, I said; I would be a good girl, Daddy.

He sent me to stand in the corner; while he repeated the spanking on my friend; before having her join me in the corner. She also needed to tell him she would be a good girl, Daddy. He made us both hold up our dresses and keep our bloomers down, so he could look at our well-spanked bottoms.

After standing in the corner for about 30 minutes; the fellow who spanked us was gone; there were two other fellows there. Those two fellows tied our hands behind our backs; pushed us over bales of hay, side by side, on our tummies, and raped us both from behind.

They left the barn; leaving us laying over the hay bales for several hours. We both still had our bare bottoms on display and could feel their goo dripping down the inside of our legs; maybe some blood too as we were both virgins.

Sometime later, maybe an hour or more, two other fellows came into the barn along with the spanking fellow, or Daddy.

They pulled us to our feet and stripped us naked. We were so humiliated; we both started to cry once again. The spanking fellow told us to quiet down or he would give us something worth crying about; we still cried; maybe not as loud.

Once we were stripped naked; they made us lay down on a wood horse; you know; the kind one would use to lay wood across for carpentry work. The long center board supported our body; while our breasts hung down on both sides of the center bar. They tied our ankles and wrists to the four legs of the wood horse, and we could not move much at all.

The two new fellows took off their clothes and moved over to stand in front of our faces. The one fellow told us to open. I was not sure what he meant. However, he moved closer and pushed his penis against my mouth; I kept my mouth closed tight.

The spanking fellow went over to the wall and came back with a wood paddle and said; I will get them to open. He began to paddle me very hard; very hard on my already sore bottom from the spanking. I could not take but 20 swats or so before I opened my mouth and the other fellow pushed his penis in my mouth.

The spanking fellow moved over and began to paddle my friend. She held out a little longer; but after 30, maybe 35 swats of the paddle, she too opened her mouth. We both had a problem breathing as we were crying so hard from the paddling; but the fellows did not seem to care as they kept moving their penises in and out of our mouths; as their penises grew to full size.

Then they both grabbled our hair and used it to control our heads as they pumped their erections in and out of our mouths until they ejected their goo in our mouths. We both started to choke some; they just laughed at us; they got dressed and left us there tied to those wood horses.

We were losing track of time; we both had very sore bottoms, we were both scared half to death; worrying if they would kill us; we both fell asleep after a while.

Later; as it seemed to be getting dark outside; four men came in; the spanking fellow was not there. All four took off their clothes. The two who raped us earlier stood in front of us; the other two went behind us. All four stuck their penises in us at the same time; two in our mouths; two in our pussy’s. We each had two fellows using us at the same time.

They left us tied overnight in the barn; raped us again in the morning. Then; once again, they used a rag over our mouths and noses to make us sleep. We woke up on the side of the road sometime later. We were both still naked; our clothes were lying next to us. We did not know how far it was from where they left us to the barn we were in; it could be a mile or ten miles or more; we had no idea. It took us about an hour to walk home from there.

The newspaper asked for anyone who may know anything about the men to report the information to the Marshall’s office.

Jenny and I discussed it and decided, from then on, Swen would escort the ladies to and from school or if they went into town.

FIGHT; WHIP; DEATH

Monday, December 22nd, 1879;

three days before Christmas; my day started out like any other day, but it sure did not end up like any other day, in fact in ended up like no other day, EVER!

I served breakfast to the three ladies and helped them get ready for school. They left for school at their regular time around 8:30 am. I enjoyed breakfast; then got busy with my day of taking care of the housework, laundry, and baking.

My normal day came to an end when the three ladies arrived home from school; May had a black eye and a big red spot on her cheek. She looked