William B. Casey’s story is one of those wild tales from early Phoenix that reminds us how rough life could be on the frontier. Born in New York in 1870, he went west as a young man, described as tall, athletic, and quick to quarrel. By the time he reached Arizona, his hot temper was well known. He tried his hand at a milk delivery business in Phoenix, but the partnership fell apart, and Casey found himself in frequent trouble with the law.
Things came to a head in September 1898. While working at
Ben Anderson’s ranch north of town, Casey was asked to saddle a horse for
Anderson’s granddaughter. Taking offense, he lashed out at Anderson’s
son-in-law with a pitchfork, leaving him badly injured. Only days later, still
spoiling for a fight, Casey confronted rancher James Marler over rumors of
insults. When words didn’t satisfy him, he attacked with his fists, then turned
on a hired hand, George Moudy. As Casey rushed forward, Moudy fired in self-defense.
One bullet to the heart ended Casey’s violent streak.
A coroner’s jury quickly ruled the killing justified, given
Casey’s attacks in the days before. William B. Casey was buried on September
12, 1898, after a Catholic funeral service.
Despite his bad temper and reputation, a large crowd of family and
friends were there to pay their last respects and follow his coffin to Rosedale
Cemetery.
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