Frank Loving

Levi Richardson had a tough disposition and was disliked by most of the townspeople, but did get along fairly well with Masterson. He had a reputation as a gunman, despite it being mostly hearsay. In early 1879, Loving quarreled with Richardson. Loving, who was married, claimed that Richardson was making unwanted and disrespectful advances toward his wife, Mattie Loving. In March the two were involved in a fist fight on Front Street. After exchanging punches, Richardson exclaimed "I'll blow the guts out of you, you cockeyed son of a bitch". Loving, not being armed, simply turned and walked away.

On April 5, 1879, Richardson entered the Long Branch Saloon—specifically looking for Loving—but Loving was not there at that time. Richardson joined a game of poker and waited. About 9:00 pm, Loving walked in and took a seat at a table. Richardson moved over and sat across from him. The two men could be heard arguing. Suddenly, Richardson said loudly, "You wouldn't fight anything you damned son of a bitch", to which Loving said calmly, "Try me and see."

Richardson stood and drew his gun, which prompted Loving to do the same. Both men repeatedly fired their weapons, (Richardson got off five rounds and Loving six). When the shooting stopped, Richardson had been shot in the chest, side, and arm. He was dead. Loving had been grazed on the hand, but was otherwise uninjured.

No one else in the saloon was injured. City Marshal Bassett and his deputy, responded, having heard the shots.[2] Loving was arrested. On April 7, 1879, a coroner's inquest ruled the shooting was self defense, and Loving was released without charges. The Globe, a local newspaper, wrote: "It seemed strange that Loving was not hit, except for a slight scratch on the hand, as the two men were so close together that their pistols almost touched each other." The shootout was dubbed the Long Branch Saloon Gunfight. Although numerous gunfights took place in that saloon, this is the most well known.

Following the gunfight, Loving left Mattie and his children to travel the country as a gambler. By 1880, he had traveled to Trinidad, Colorado.

The next morning, however, Loving entered the Imperial Saloon, where Allen worked, with a pistol in hand. Allen drew and shot at Loving but missed. Loving responded by firing back at Allen, which also missed, but set the saloon patrons scrambling for the door. In the confusion, Loving's gun was knocked from his hand.

Allen, who used another man as a shield, wildly fired his gun several times at Loving as he searched for his revolver. Allen fired a total of three shots at Loving, two while Loving was unarmed and trying to retrieve his dropped pistol. All missed their target. Loving found his pistol and emptied it at Allen as he ran out the rear door into the alley behind the saloon. All his shots missed the fleeing Allen, who immediately took refuge a few doors down in Hammond's Hardware Store. Loving searched the alley for Allen, but was unable to find him.

Trinidad Deputy Marshal James Masterson, a former Dodge City, Kansas Marshal and an acquaintance of Loving, responded to the commotion. He found Loving still in the vicinity of the saloon, and disarmed him. Masterson was unable to locate Allen. When he returned to the saloon, Masterson found that Loving had re-armed himself with two revolvers and had again gone out looking for Allen.

By then, Loving had entered the hardware store to buy ammunition for the guns he had acquired. Allen ambushed and shot Loving from behind. Masterson heard the shot come from the hardware store. Masterson and a local city marshal, Lou Kreeger, found Frank Loving badly wounded. When Loving saw Masterson, he stated, "Jim, I'm shot." Masterson and Kreeger arrested Allen, finding him still hiding in the back of the store. Loving was treated for his wound, but died five days later on April 21, 1882.[1]

Allen was tried for murder in September, 1882. Allen successfully argued that he acted in self-defense and that he feared for his life. Probably due to Loving having some notoriety as a dangerous man, Allen was acquitted. Although Allen is sometimes referred to in historical references as a "gunman", he was not, as this was his only known armed encounter, which was more a result of him hiding until an opportune moment, rather than an actual gunfight. Allen eventually moved back to Dodge City, where he became a preacher.