Tuesday, June 2, 2026

The Dalton Gang Is No More The Coffeyville Raid

 

The Dalton Gang flagged down the Atlantic Express with a red lantern

The Dalton Gang enjoyed a short-lived crime spree for about eighteen months, beginning in early 1890. The funny thing is, before turning outlaw, the three Dalton brothers—Grat, Bob, and Emmett — served as lawmen.

Their oldest brother, Frank Dalton, a United States Marshal, was shot and killed while trailing horse thieves through Oklahoma Territory in 1887. Then, brothers Bob, Grat, and Emmett turned outlaws in early 1890 after they had trouble collecting their pay for some law enforcement work they were involved in.

The Dalton Gang pulled off a handful of train robberies between 1891 and 1892.

The first train they robbed was the Atlantic Express on February 6, 1891. The boys flagged the train down with a red lantern they grabbed from the station agent. As soon as the train stopped, two men wearing long black masks stepped onto the locomotive and covered the engineer with Colt revolvers.

They forced the fireman to grab his pick-ax and dragged him to the door of the express car. They ordered the agent to open the door. When he refused, they busted down the door. In the commotion, the robbers shot and killed fireman George Radliff. The agent jumped through the window and escaped into the brush. With him went any hope the Daltons had of getting at the money in the safe. Unfortunately, in their rush to rob the train, the gang had forgotten to bring dynamite.

Disgusted, they fired their guns into the air and rode away empty-handed.

They dragged the fireman to the express car, and forced him to break the door open

The Dalton’s next robbery took place at Wharton Depot on the Cherokee Strip. Three men rode up to the station about 9:30 p.m. to meet the Texas Fast Express. Bob Dalton ordered the station agent to signal the train to stop, and then the gang pulled black masks over their faces before they boarded the train. The plan was the same as their previous robbery. They dragged the fireman to the express car, pick-ax in hand, and forced him to break down the door.

The Dallas Morning News, on May 11, 1891, reported, “It was a cool and successful piece of work done by experts. No shots were fired during the robbery, and most passengers were unaware of what was happening. When a passenger thrust his head out of a window, he was promptly made to withdraw it.”

The robbery at Red Rock Station occurred just before 10:00 p.m. on June 2, 1892. An article in the Norman Transcript said, “Six masked men got on board and compelled fireman Rogers at the muzzle of Winchesters to break open the door of the express car with his pick, enter the car and smash the safe with a sledgehammer.” 

Another group of bandits made their way through the train, gathering cash and valuables from the passengers. The robbers fired a volley through the windows of the passenger car as they rode away. The take from the express car was slightly less than $2000.

The Dallas Morning News reported, “One of the more daring train robberies on record took place last night at Adair, I. T. As the Missouri, Kansas, and Texas north-bound express train pulled into Adair station, the train was held up and everything of value to be found was taken.”

Grat Dalton, Bill Powers, and Dick Broadwell reushed out of the C.M. Condon Bank
into a wall of gunfire from the townspeople

Nine gang members rode into Adair Station that night. They took everything they could inside the station, tied up the stationmaster, and waited patiently on the platform for the train to arrive. It was a classic Dalton hold-up. They dragged the fireman to the express car, pick-ax in hand. When expressman George Williams refused to open the door, the gang fired shots through the car windows and threatened to dynamite the car. Williams opened the door, and they soon had all the valuables from the safe.

The Dallas Morning News added, “After a hard fight in which Chief Detective Kinney, Indian Policeman Laflore, and two doctors, passengers on the train, were seriously wounded. None of the passengers coming to their aid and their revolvers being empty, they were forced to retreat into the train...A posse was hastily formed and returned to the scene of the robbery.”

The take was estimated as high as $70,000 or $80,000.

 

Bob Dalton had this crazy idea.

He wanted to make the Dalton Gang more famous than Jesse James. The only problem was that he had to do something spectacular, something never tried before, something so bold, so daring that the newspapers couldn’t help but take notice.

Emmett thought Bob was nuts when he told him what he wanted to do. Rob two banks in the same town in a town where everyone knew you. It didn’t make sense. The only reason Emmett said he went along with the plan was, “he was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.” Even if he stayed out of it, he was sure the law would hunt him down.

The best account of the daring robbery was published in the Coffeyville Journal shortly after the robbery took place. “Between 9:30 and 10:00 on Wednesday morning, [the Dalton Gang] armed to the teeth and apparently disguised, rode boldly into [Coffeyville].”

The Dalton Gang shooting it out with the townspeople at Coffeyville

The boys hitched their horses in an alley and headed to the two banks. Grat Dalton, Bill Powers, and Dick Broadwell entered the C. M. Condon Bank; Bob and Emmett Dalton hurried into the First National Bank.

Grat disguised himself with a black mustache and side-whiskers. He ordered the clerk to hand over the cash, “and be quick about it.” When the robber told the cashier, C. M. Ball, to grab the money from the safe, he told them he couldn’t. It was on a time lock, and no one could open it for another three minutes. By that time, gunfire had erupted outside the bank, and the robbers made a rush for the alley.

Bob Dalton disguised himself with a mustache and a false goatee at the First National Bank. “They covered the teller and cashiers with their Winchesters...and directed [the cashier] to hand over all the money in the bank.” Bob and Emmett hurried out the back door when they heard gunshots outside and opened fire. Townsmen Lucius Baldwin, George Cubine, and Charles Brown fell dead.

By this time, all five bandits were in the alley attempting to make their way to their horses. “A dozen men with Winchesters and shotguns made a barricade of some wagons. The robbers had to run the gauntlet of three hundred feet with their backs to the Winchesters in the hands of men who knew how to use them.” A murderous fire poured through the alley for three minutes. “Three of the robbers were dead, and the fourth helpless.” Dick Broadwell made it to his horse but was discovered dead on the ground about a half-mile outside of town.

Emmett Dalton was the only member of the gang to survive. They carried him to Slosson’s Drug Store and later to Dr. Wells’ office. There was talk about lynching Emmett, but what probably saved his life more than anything was that the doctor didn’t give him a chance in hell of surviving.

Bystanders carried the bodies of the dead gang members to the sheriff’s office and later placed them in four varnished black coffins, where they were displayed and photographed so everyone could see them. Some people touched the bodies to make the experience more real. “Whenever Grat Dalton’s right arm was lifted, a little spurt of blood would jump from the round black hole in his throat.”

The next day the entire town watched the undertaker shoo flies away from the bodies and nail the lids on the caskets down. Then, finally, the coffins were planted two to a grave in Potter’s Field.

The Galveston Daily News headline on October 6, 1892, read, “The Dalton Gang has been exterminated—wiped off the face of the earth.”

The only survivor, Emmett Dalton, received a life sentence in the Kansas State Penitentiary at Lansing. However, he was pardoned by Governor Ed Hoch in 1907 and lived until 1937. He later became a policeman and an actor. Towards the end of his life, Emmett wrote his story, When the Daltons Rode, published in 1931.

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