{"id":1501,"date":"2022-03-26T11:16:54","date_gmt":"2022-03-26T11:16:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/?p=1501"},"modified":"2022-03-29T05:50:24","modified_gmt":"2022-03-29T05:50:24","slug":"the-legend-of-three-fingered-bob","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/the-legend-of-three-fingered-bob\/","title":{"rendered":"The Legend of ‘Three-fingered’ Bob"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A Mystery of the Mojave – Men on the Mesa: <\/em><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

‘Three-fingered’ Bob lay dying on the saloon floor in the mud and the blood and the beer. He was an old man for his time–34 years old to be exact. Quite old for a varmint and bank robber like him up here on the mesa. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They called him ‘Three-fingered’ Bob because, of course, his name was Bob. He liked that. He was playing cards one night and lost a bet. He lost his finger to a dull knife for a marker on his debt. Six days later he paid his debt and his finger was returned to him, but it was too late to reattach. Bob didn’t learn his lesson. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next week he lost a finger on the other hand–another bet he couldn’t cover. He paid his gambling debt sooner this time, after only one day–but it was too late to sew the finger back on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Within days it happened once more. Bob was now down to two fingers remaining on one hand and three on the other. Three fingers, on the one hand, wasn’t why they called him ‘Three-fingered’ Bob. He was called ‘Three-fingered’ Bob because he kept his three dried-up fingers in a little bag tied to his belt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never did find out what happened to ‘Three-fingered’ Bob, why he was dying, and why the mud and the blood and the beer were all over the floor. Because by the time I finished telling you his story he died and the coroner came and took his corpse away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What did kill ‘Three-fingered Bob?” you may ask. This, no one knows that I know of. In fact, we may never know as this is, . . . A Mystery of the Mojave<\/em><\/strong> ~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Mystery of the Mojave – Men on the Mesa: ‘Three-fingered’ Bob lay dying on the saloon floor in the mud and the blood and the beer. He was an old man for his time–34 years old to be exact. Quite old for a varmint and bank robber like him up here on the mesa. … Continue reading “The Legend of ‘Three-fingered’ Bob”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,10],"tags":[166,165],"class_list":["post-1501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","category-tall-tales-short-stories","tag-campfire-stories","tag-legends"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1501"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1520,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501\/revisions\/1520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}