BOISE, Idaho — As days turned into years, Brett Woolley came to accept that his father's murderer would never be found — and that his family's private tragedy had become a Wild West legend, the kind of thing folks shared when they were a few too many drinks deep.
Forty years ago, Dan Woolley was shot in the parking lot of a small-town bar. The shooter crossed the street to the town's other tavern, ordered a drink and declared, "I just killed a man."
And then he disappeared.
Until last year, when word came that the man who shot Woolley was living in Texas under an assumed name.
Brett didn't want to hear it. "I didn't want him to be found. I was fine with it," he said that November, voice choked. "It's like it just happened yesterday, all over again."
As the accused shooter's story came to light — along with rumors involving the rodeo circuit and a reputed Las Vegas casino crime boss — it became clear that the legend of Dan Woolley's death would only grow.
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The tiny town of Clayton sits in a remote Idaho canyon alongside the Salmon River. When Brett Woolley was growing up in the early 1970s, the hardscrabble town was thriving thanks to a local silver mine. Brett worked from a young age to help support the family. His father expected hard work but allowed plenty of freedom in exchange.