Hugh and Charley Whitney didn't bother to put on masks when they held up the bank at Cokeville, Wyo. one hot afternoon back in September 1911. Downtown Cokeville consisted of five saloons, one Mormon meeting house, a mercantile store, a hotel and Old Lady Ryan's eating house. It had one automobile, 350 people and enough droop-eared, hitching-rack broncs to keep the flies moderately busy. Hugh was 23 and Charley was only 21.
Both were fine horsemen and were considered good, hard-working ranch hands, even though Hugh had killed a conductor on the Oregon...
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