My fourth great grandfather, sheriff of a small mining town in West Virginia, sometime during the 1850s.
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Looks so tired of all the town’s people’s shit.
He looks like he’d fit right into Red Dead 2 lol
He drank my milkshake
Oof, tough job. Like the Wild West.
What town? My people came from East Rainelle…
The dead man he took those clothes from was a lot bigger.
That’s a wonderful find!
Would you happen to know the name or area if this town. Myself & my family are all from WV. My family was heavily involved in several different aspects of the coal mining business.