On December 7th, 1876, 8 strangers rode into the town of Northfield Minnesota. Shortly before noon they stopped at a local restaurant and dined on fried eggs. Residents of Northfield would later testify that the men smelled of alcohol and were clearly...
On December 7th, 1876, 8 strangers rode into the town of Northfield Minnesota.
Shortly before noon they stopped at a local restaurant and dined on fried eggs. Residents of Northfield would later testify that the men smelled of alcohol and were clearly under the influence.
After eating, the men left the diner, crossed a bridge, and headed towards the First National Bank of Northfield. They fanned out. Three of men entered the bank, two stood guard directly outside the door, and the other three took up positions in the nearby square, preparing to guard the gang’s escape route.
This wasn’t some amateur job or some green horn gang of wanna be’s. No, this was the infamous James-Younger gang, and they had been robbing and stealing and killing for years. They had perfected the art of robbing not only banks, but trains and stagecoaches as well.
But on this fateful day they picked the wrong bank in the wrong town. The citizens of Northfield weren’t in the mood to have their bank robbed that day. Soon a suspicious Northfield resident cried out “Get your guns, boys, they’re robbing the bank”
Before the James-Younger crew knew it, they were being riddled with bullets, having to escape town in a hail of gunfire that resulted in the death of two of them and the wounding of all the others. They were shot all to hell. This kicked off a desperate manhunt and ultimately marked the end of the James-Younger gang.
Who were the James and Younger brothers? And more importantly, who were these bad ass normal citizens that stood up and said not fucking today!
Find out on this newest oh I’m probably going to piss a lot of people off episode of Bloody Beaver Podcast.