Cattle Annie and Little Britches were just
teenagers. Didn’t matter. They sold whiskey to the Osage, stole what they
could, and kept the Doolin-Dalton Gang one step ahead by warning them every
time the law got close.
Eventually, the deputies figured it out.
Bill Tilghman and Steve Burke tracked them to a
farmhouse near Pawnee.
Little Britches spotted the deputies, bolted out
the back door, and hit the saddle at a dead run. Tilghman took off after her.
Burke stayed behind for Cattle Annie.
Little Britches wheeled in the saddle and opened
fire. Tilghman hesitated. He’d never shot at a woman or a kid.
But the kid was trying to kill him.
He brought up his Winchester and dropped her
horse. The animal crashed to the ground, pinning her leg beneath it.
When Tilghman rode up, she was “screeching like a
wild cat,” clawing at the dirt and reaching for a pistol just inches away.
Tilghman heaved the horse off her, and she came up fighting.
Burke had an easier time with Cattle Annie. She
had a Winchester and a pistol, but he stripped both away before she could use
them.


