Dressed in his buckskin, wearing an old hat with a stampede string, tanned skin, and rugged and chiseled face, you could swear Dave Belke just stepped out of the old western movie screen and onto the streets of Julesburg. Dave Belke could be described as a one of kind, or maybe one of the last of his kind. It’s easy to imagine Belke as a young man in 1860 answering an ad that read, “WANTED – young, skinny, wiry fellows, not over eighteen. Must be expert riders, willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred. Wages $25 per week. Apply Pony Express Stables.”

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