In the 1850s little boys wanted to be stagecoach drivers when they grew up. Perched high on the seat, in control of a team of high-spirited horses, racing through the countryside—a stagecoach driver’s job looked pretty glamorous to the typical 10 year old.
As the coach rounded the bridge at Walnut Creek, nine miles west of Centerville, the passenger on the driver’s box pulled out a revolver and jabbed it into the left breast of drive F.J. Leach. Here's the rest of the story.
