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What is the greatest rifle shot ever made by an American marksman in battle? Journalist Thomas Powers asks this provocative question in a recent magazine article. Powers offers a good candidate: the shot made by Billy Dixon in 1874.
On June 27, 1874, during the Second Battle of Adobe Walls in northern Texas, Dixon shot a Comanche warrior off his horse at a distance of 1,538 yards, a distance just under a mile. Dixon, a scout and Buffalo hunter, used a 50-caliber Sharps rifle to kill the brave. The Indian fighter regarded his shot as lucky - it was "a 'scratch' shot," he wrote, i.e., a chance shot.
The battle pitted several hundred Native Americans – Comanche, Cheyenne, Arapahoe, and Kiowa – against a couple dozen buffalo hunters. The Indians withdrew immediately upon seeing the result of Dixon's shot, according to sources. And for evermore Billy Dixon was a legend.
Dixon was born in 1850 in western Virginia. Orphaned at age 12, he lived with his uncle in Missouri for a year or so, and developed a burning desire to see the Great Plains region west of the Missouri River – its fantastically abundant game, its magnificent vistas, its Indian warriors riding free as the wind. At age 13 he departed his uncle's home and headed west, not even saying "goodbye" for fear of being stopped.
He found work in Kansas as an ox driver and mule skinner, meanwhile developing his shooting skills. By age 20 he was a successful buffalo hunter, selling hides for a couple of bucks apiece. He shot so many buffalo that at times he employed as many as five skinners.
Dixon became a quintessential man of the Old West – tough as nails (he supposedly was never sick a day in his life until old age), taciturn ("uncommunicative at all times," recalled his buddy Bat Masterson), and eager for adventure.
His love of excitement is a main theme of his memoir, dictated in 1913 to his wife, Olive, as he lay dying. He speaks wistfully of the Great Plains region, "its freedom, its dangers, its tax upon strength and courage," which gave "a zest to living especially to young men, unapproached by anything to be found in civilized communities." He added, "The heart swells with emotion at remembrance of the wild, free life along those old trails." (Clearly he wasn't uncommunicative anymore. Or perhaps Olive did some embellishing.)
He was a man of contradictions. He respected and empathized with native people even though he killed a fair number of them: "That the Indian should have resisted with relentless and increasing ferocity every effort to drive him from this paradise was natural and justifiable from his point of view." And he seems to have been a bit of an environmentalist even though he bagged bison and buffalo by the trainload: "Many of us believed and hoped that the wilderness would remain forever."
In September, 1874, Dixon participated in the Buffalo Wallow Fight in Texas, winning the Medal of Honor for his actions, making him one of only eight civilians ever to receive the award. His medal was revoked by the federal government in 1916-17 because he was a civilian – the government did a major housecleaning of Medal of Honor recipients during this period, rescinding a good many of the decorations.
Dixon's medal, however, was restored in 1989.
The legendary Billy Dixon died of pneumonia in 1913 at his home in western Oklahoma.
His memoir was published the following year and is still in print as "The Life of Billy Dixon." "Few books," says one reviewer at
Amazon.com, "capture the spirit of the American West so well."