"My pistols, however, I always kept by me."
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Jesse James? Is it the famous bank robber, the Civil War guerilla, the Robin Hood of the South, the cold-blooded murderer? Well to me it is the story of his death at the hands of Robert Ford.
Jesse Woodson James was born on Sep 05, 1847, in present-day Kearney, MO, in an area of Missouri called "Little Dixie". Orphaned at the age of three. When Jesse was 16 he fell in with Southern bushwhackers¹ during the Civil War and participated in various atrocities (massacres, scalpings, etc.).
After the war, Jesse and his brother Frank used their newfound skills to rob banks, stagecoaches, and trains, and kill innocent bystanders (forming the James-Younger Gang in 1873). Jesse would often write letters to the editors of local newspapers publicizing his crimes and defending his actions. By 1882 after his gang was either killed/arrested and Frank went straight, Jesse formed a new gang with Charley and Robert Ford.
On April 03, 1882, in St. Joseph, MO, Robert Ford shot an unarmed Jesse in the back of the head as Jesse stood on a chair to adjust a picture on the wall. The Ford brothers were immediately arrested, tried, and convicted of first-degree murder, but then just as quickly pardoned by Governor Crittenden (IAW prior secret agreement between Robert Ford and the governor)
The modest house where it all went down is still standing and open to the public. A few weeks earlier when I first heard about it, I knew I needed to visit and stand in the footsteps of Robert Ford. There is a painting as well as some other evidence in the house that can give the reenactor a pretty good idea where exactly it all happened, but I'll let you be the judge.