I may have addressed this somewhere else, but my amateur metal detecting has turned up all these Johnny Ringo artifacts around the old adobe ruins on my property. I can not definitively attribute these rare and valuable artifacts to Mr. Ringo, but there's no reason they couldn't be his. You have here a couple of hinges, odd bits of metal, a rare piece of angle iron, part of the funnel that Johnny used to get whiskey into his mouth when his hand became unsteady, and the very plow that his Mom used to pull around the field after the mule died. Johnny felt bad about shooting that mule, but it was an old mule and bound to get shot sooner or later. According to local lore, Johnny was very fond of his Ma and used to sip whiskey on the shady porch, while shouting encouragement to her when she hit a rock or something dragging that plow out in the field. After plowing all day, Mrs. Ringo would generally shoot a passing javelina and cook Johnny and his gang heaping plates of pinto beans with peppers and javelina knuckles. On Sundays the whole family would put on their best clothes and ride all the way to Fort Bowie to get stinking drunk on green Mezcal and start fights with Mexicans. It was a simpler time and people enjoyed wholesome outdoor fun. And whiskey.