Sam Summers McLemore (1852-1878) lived a violent and short life as an outlaw and gunfighter in Texas. His father fought and died in the Civil War, leaving Sam at age 12 without much direction. He occupied his time by practicing drawing and shooting the pistol that he inherited from his father.
At age 18 he was part of a cattle drive, and when some of the wranglers went into town, he was called out for cheating at cards. He wasn’t cheating but had to defend his honor and killed his first man. From then on, he found himself having to kill more men who challenged him (see song “The Ballad of Sam McLemore“).
Being a gunfighter was never clearly articulated in his mind, but his life took on a momentum of its own, with him being thrust in the position of defending himself from those who wished to make their own reputations. For the better part of a decade he lived this kind of life, before taking up with a young prostitute, Sally McCune, rooming with her in the saloon/brothel in West Texas where she worked.
His last fight took place in the dusty street outside this saloon, when he was outgunned by a younger gunslinger and died on that street, age 26. He did not know it at the time but Sally was carrying his child, Jacob Mac McLemore.
Sally would joke that since her father, a hard shell Baptist minister, was named Horace it was only natural that she took to whorin’. But once she had the boy, she swore that she’d get out of that life and raise him up right. And this she did, eventually owning and operating a boarding house in Fort Worth. This is where Jacob grew up, until he turned 15 and took off for Corsicana when he heard about the oil strike there in 1894.