Robert Ford

Jesse was born on September 5, 1847 in Kearney, Missouri. He lived all the way up to April 3, 1882. He was assassinated by Robert Ford. Robert Ford shot Jesse in the back of the head while he was turned around to fix a picture on the wall. Robert Ford was one of the members in the gang. Jesse lived to be a bank robber best known as the leading member of the James-Younger gang of outlaws. He and his brother Frank served in the Confederate Army. They were both 16 when they became Confederate guerrilla

house for $14 a month and Jesse went by the name Tom Howard. Jesse was an outlaw at heart and it was time for another heist. So in 1882, Jesse called up a couple of friends, Robert and Charles Ford, to assist him in the robbing of the Platte City Bank in St. Louis. The two men came over to the James house

chair adjusting a picture. Although both The Assassination of Jesse James by Coward Robert Ford by director Andrew Dominik and “The Assassination of Jesse James” by aritist Michael T. Pizzolato convey the murder of outlaw Jesse James, Andrew Dominik emphasizes the focus on the emotion behind the assassination whereas Michael T. Pizzolato depicts the assassination of Jesse James in the eyes of the shooter, Robert Ford. In the scene containing the assassination, there are three men in a room in silence

Self-respect is the pride and confidence in oneself. It is a feeling that one is behaving with pride and dignity. Injustice is the lack of fairness or justice. Throughout “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”, Bob demonstrates his confidence in himself. He believes that he is capable of being part of his idols gang, regardless of what others may say or think based on his past and how he carries himself around others. Bob is repeatedly set up to feel bad about himself by Jesse

He was an infamous outlaw of the Old West, taking all he could from trains and banks. He worked with many people throughout his lifetime who helped him with his misdeeds. He was born in Beaver, Utah on April 13th, 1866. His given name at birth was Robert Leroy Parker. His parents names were Maximillian Parker and Anne Campbell Gillies. Both of them were immigrants from England. Butch was the oldest of thirteen children. His family was Mormon and impecunious. Once Parker turned eight years old, his

American outlaw participating in many robberies with his gang, the Wild Bunch. His real name actually was not Butch Cassidy; he was born under the name Robert Leroy Parker on April 13, 1866. He moved away from his home and soon would meet a rancher by the name of Mike Cassidy which was also an alias for another name. He formed a close bond with the man. Robert Parker worked as a butcher at the time which is where he got his nickname Butch. He would come to change his alias to Butch Cassidy in honor of his

being looked at by the Emergency team, I will come get the family. The group sat in the waiting room and quietly and individually thought about what was happening. Rachel looked at the clock and realized that it was getting late. If Melanie and Robert were going to make curfew, they needed to leave soon. She reminded them that it was getting late. Rachel assured them that she was willing to stay here with her sister. They could go home and get much needed sleep, and return in the morning. Richard

receptionist. “Yes ma’am, I ‘m Wyatt Rhodes the new…” “The officer,” Nancy cut him off as she picked up the phone to make a call. Wyatt didn’t have to wait long for someone to come and get him. He wasn’t surprised to see Chief Robert Shelton himself. Both men shook hands, Robert turned away from the desk,“Wyatt follow me, I show you to your locker so you can change. The briefing started already.” Wyatt followed his boss as they started walking. “Sorry about being late, I..” he stopped when a

After the third ring, he heard when they picked up. "Hello?" was the quick response. Robert tried to sound as mature as he possibly could as he asked, “May I speak to Rachel.” "This is Rachel," said the voice over the phone, the voice, pleasant, lilting with a gentle accent. Melanie blinked solemnly, as Robert continued on with the conversation. “Hi, Rachel, Please, don’t hang up, My name’s Robert, I am

The wagon came rumbling into the town square and Robert knew right away what it was. Robert knew it was that evil, ruthless, Russian Sylvester. Even though Robert was a crime boss, he still cared about innocent people. He got all of them to cover before the bullets started flying. Robert could not get his partner James down in time. The crank turned and one by one the bullets left the barrel. Robert is an international crime boss from America. He had blue eyes and brown hair. His best friend and