"It was, yes," he nods a bit and smiles more. "It was while I was still at Tulane, he stopped by on the way from Mississippi back to Alabama."

And then he had left Tulane, stolen a horse, a rifle, a few hundred dollars, and a new pair of boots and headed west to Liberty, Missouri. But he leaves that part out of the story.

Wouldn't do to inspire young boys to become outlaws, after all.