FRANK JONES WAS one of the saltiest of a salty lot of men. A native Texan, born in Austin in 1836, he died with a gun in his hand in Mexico where he had pursued some fleeing outlaws.
Often wounded, he never gave up a fight and usually emerged a winner, either bringing back his prisoners or leaving them where they had chosen to shoot it out. On one occasion, shot from the saddle and left for dead, he succeeded in getting into the criminals’ camp while they slept. In the pistol discussion that followed, Jones killed one man, and the two others decided to surrender.
There were several other gun battles before his final fight in which he pursued outlaws into Mexico and was badly shot up. He died there by the Rio Grande.