My Story



Like most children, I was fascinated with cowboys. Roy Rogers, Whip Wilson, Gene Autry, and the like were great for my young soul. I was decked out with a cowboy hat, chaps, and boots and riding on a broomstick for a horse with my pearl handled cap pistol blazing away.
At what age I don’t remember but, I was told stories of my Great Grandfather who supposedly rode with and was, an actual Outlaw himself. (Using a term of today, that just blew me away). I had my very own outlaw relative….holy smoke!

Henry Long Sundance KidAs several years passed, unlike most kids my age that picked up the more modern heroes like Superman, Batman and Robin and all the rest of the Comic Book heroes; I clung to being a cowboy type. It suited me then and it more than suits me now.

I of course, don’t necessarily walk around with my “holster and Colt 45” strapped to my hip, nor do I go around “itching” for a gun fight because someone cut me off in traffic but, riding my horse across the open plains or along the mountain side with the wind in my face and the scent of nature all around; well, the good Lord does bless us in so many wonderful ways. The fact is I always wanted to be a Cowboy.

About a million years passed by but, I always had in the back of my mind to some day, pretty soon, one day, I’m going to get to it: I’d do some research and see what I could find out about my Great Grandfather.

In 2004 I finally could take it no longer and started a search for him and all that pertained to him… matter what I might find, I wanted to know all there was to know about my “personal relative, the outlaw”.