My great grandmother, Mary Ann Campbell Daly, was a feisty little old lady who stood all but 5 feet tall. She lived alone after Grandpa Daly passed away in 1889. She kept Grandpa's rifle handy for her protection from the wild cowboy ruffians who rode into her town of Raymond, Kansas. Raymond was known as one of the wickedest cow towns in the country. With its thirteen saloons, it became a rendezvous for cowboys, gamblers, and the restless types. On more than one occasion, a group of rowdy cowboys would shoot out the bright lights on the chandeliers and many mirrors. Bullets could be found in building walls years after the fights were finished. One day, some of the unruly men came riding into town. They rode up to the house where Granny Daly lived with intentions of no good. Grandma saw them coming, grabbed her rifle and met them at the screen door with her trusty weapon pointing straight out of the door at them. As the men approached her door, she bristled as she looked them straight in the eyes and with a firm voice said "Would you gentlemen like to come in?" It seems they didn't want to oblige her, because all of them turned their horses around and rode away as fast as their horses could carry them. Grandma Daly was the talk of the small town of Raymond for quite a few days. Most likely, the ruffians talked about granny a few days too. Many years passed and the story was related to Lois Caywood Guffy, her great grand daughter, by a man who knew Mary Ann Campbell Daly.