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The McKenzie brothers just reached their limits. It's now mid-August 1882 and two months have passed since the new marshall Mick Mahoe came to town. He'd already put Joe and Jeramiha six feet under. They were drunk as the skunks, they were on their way back from the saloon.
They past Steve Harlow's range to wrestle some cattle. The marshall and his deputies showed up and shot 'em in the neck.
The most bloody fireworks Dog Head City had ever seen. Jim, the oldest brother and head of the clan since father Judas got his head blown of in a gunfight, saddled up his horse and went in to town, just to set things straight with the marshall.
On his way to town. he rode past his uncle Jock's to fill him in about Joe and Jeramiha. "Looks like the marshall wants a war and he's gonna get one", Jock said. "I'll send a message out for brother James, your uncle. Remember him? You met at the wedding when he stole your cousin Julia from the groom."
Meanwhile, in town, marshall Mahoe and his deputies were drinking their heads off and shootin' run away chickens to celebrate the passing of the McKenzies. Next morning, the McKenzie clan were ready to set things straight with the marshall and his men.
They sent little John into town to lure 'em out and into a trap, so they can shoot 'em dead. John came to town, walked into the saloon, saw the marshall eatin' lunch. Baked beans, sollie belly and a tun of brew.
He saw his chance to be a man, he'd always been a little boy in the clan. He wiped his sweat of his hands and said "hey scumbag, this town ain't big enough for the two of us. You killed my two brothers and now, it's your time to kiss the dust. Get ready to slap leather."
But before John even cleared his holster, the marshall had filled him with so much lead, it took six strong men to carry him out. Mick Mahoe finished his meal, reloaded his gun, gathered his men and said "it's time to finish the McKenzies once and for all."
This at the times of the big tragedy to Dog Head City was a vagabond Oscar McKenzie who had arrived in town.
There is no sure information about the birthplace of Oscar. He had come probably through Liverpool from far away from the north, Finland, by steamship about 1850 - 1860. According to some information Oscar would have had to leave his native country because of some indefinite events which compelled him to change the surname.
Oscar when sailing on the way to the new country, drinking whisky, probably noticed the text "McKenzie & Sons" in the label of the bottle. "Name suitable in it for me" Oscar has probably thought.
The name, McKenzie, chosen by it came to cause many "funny" misunderstandings in the small town of Dog Head City later on to Oscar.
(The first part of the story is freely quoted from song of RedNex, McKenzie Brothers)
