ArizonaRealCountry.com 23 September 2018 out of the wound. Then he washed out the wound, dressed it and filled Johnny with opium. He promised to send a party out to get Johnny at daybreak and rode back to Kingston. By 9 am Jimmie had used up all the sedatives the doctor had left to keep Johnny quiet. They decided to put Johnny on the stretcher and carry him over to the Solitaire Mine so he would be closer to Kingston. On the way, they encountered Ed Doheny and several men in a wagon on their way to get Johnny. They loaded Johnny in the wagon and headed back to Kingston where he was put up in Mrs. Brophy’s hotel. In a few minutes, the doctor came. All the men gathered around Johnny wanted him to cut open the wound and clean out the poison. The doctor refused. He said all it needed was washing out and Johnny would be okay in two weeks. Blood Poisoning Johnny had a chill the next day. Ed Doheny set out for Dr. Thompson at Fort Bayard. Jimmy noted a bad change in Johnny. He was virtually green from the poison in his blood. Johnny knew he was about to pass out. He asked Jimmie to sell their place and send his share to his sister in California. Dr. Thompson arrived with Doheny at about six that night. He took one look at Johnny and swore. He immediately lanced the wound and black poisoned blood shot to the ceiling. The doctor told Johnny that he should make his peace with God as he would not live much longer. Thompson told Jimmie he should have opened the wound as he had wanted to do. He said that Johnny did not have to die but now it was too late. He said Johnny had been poisoned by the copper left in the wound and it was a case of bad judgment by the Kingston doctor. He told Jimmie there was nothing to be done and Johnny would be dead in an hour. He was. Crushing Experience McKenna had lost two partners to the Apaches within six months. He was also heavily in debt. The Texans had broken their promise to Johnny and Jimmie on the Pigeon Springs property and had never returned or paid them the $500. After Johnny was buried in Kingston, Jimmie McKenna went back to work at the Superior Mine. His health was bad and his nerves worse. Jimmie never slept more than three hours a night for two years after Johnny died. The least sound had him sitting up straight in bed with his hand on his gun. His brown hair fell out. The new hair came in white. He was still a young man but his experience with the Apache had aged him long before his time. Kingston came to life in fall of 1882. Its roughly 1,200 residents circa 1890 were tucked in the narrow Middle Percha Creek canyon captured on a glass-plate negative here by photographer J.C. Burge. Black Range Museum Jimmie found Kingston in a panic when he rode in. Women with children in their arms stood in the street crying. Their husbands were on the upper and lower Tierra Blanca and a heliograph message had said the Apaches were heading in that direction.