COWEN, W.Va. — Cowen today is a sleepy town of 500, perhaps best known for its location near a quiet lake. It was hardly so in 1900 when railroads were first being extended into the dark interior of the Allegheny Mountains.
One of the last ancient forests in the eastern U.S. was being timbered, and the resulting cataclysm of industry and humanity was challenging to believe. Lives were lost daily in logging accidents and boiler explosions, and fortunes were won as quickly as loggers and merchants arrived.
As is told in the following tale, the “Wild West” character that existed in remote sections of West Virginia was an attraction for fascinated spectators from nearby cities. One summer night in particular, the arrival of a second-rate 
The Allegheny Mountains rise beyond Cowen. Photo courtesy Rick Burgess.[/caption]
Two constables, one from Camden-on-Gauley and another from Richwood, had also boarded, having been given free passes by the railroad in case of trouble.
A few miles out of Richwood, an altercation ensued after the escort of a young lady took offense at her flirting with Mister Fluteplayer. Before a fistfight developed, the bull stepped in and arrested the actor.
When the train reached Camden-on-Gauley, the detective took charge of the lock-up. There, a local man who tried to argue for Mister Fluteplayer’s release occupied the lawman only a few minutes before he, too, was placed in custody and lodged with his wild-west friend in the jail.
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Mexican Bill was also not about to take his friend’s arrest lightly. When the train reached Cowen, where the rest of the Wild West show company was billeted, he enlisted the support of his friends in avenging the wrong done to Mister Fluteplayer.
Hoping to avoid a disastrous encounter, the three officers riding the train quickly cut Mexican Bill off from the rest of the thespians, but before he could be nabbed, he ran back to the train and tried to lock himself into one of the coaches. The bulls finally captured him and altered his anatomy somewhat with their billies, then dragged him off to an empty coach to be used as a temporary jail.
Declaring that they were “Wild West men,” the cowboy crowd attempted to recapture their comrade by shooting at the officers with real bullets. Passengers who were able to escape the fusillade of bullets did so with dispatch. Others lay down on the floor of the coaches and prayed. The officers, pretty well protected by the walls of the coach, fired deliberately and slowly, but the maddened showmen shot bullets like hailstones.
The rapidity and lack of direction of their shooting accounted for the death of one of their own, killed by a stray bullet while trying to force the door of the coach jail. Furious at the death of their friend, the other performers charged the coach and lost another of their number.
Meanwhile, a resourceful train crew, hoping to halt the carnage, moved a freight train between the two fighting parties.
By then, it was dark. Two of the cowboys hatched a plan whereby one would enter the locomotive and get rid of the engineer while another would uncouple the cars that were moving into position between the trains. To do so, he had to crawl under the train. Somehow, he miscalculated and was beneath a car before the train had stopped moving. He, too, was killed, cut in two by the wheels.
At last, the cowboys gave up. The wounded were taken to Flatwoods, where a physician was found. The cowboy who had been shot on the platform of the coach died before the train reached Burnsville. The two others were found dead the following day in Cowen. Mexican Bill was in bad shape but was kept alive and summoned to court on a charge of “disorderly and riotous conduct.”
The next day, Chief of Police Kearns of the B&O, accompanied by seven officers, journeyed to Cowen to arrest the remaining members of the Wild West show.
On July 10, 1905, the Clarksburg Daily News carried a banner headline: “Sanguinary Conflict On Excursion Train.”
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