in the 14th century there was a noble man living in the north at the coast
of what is commonly called germany today. he led a happy life until his
youngest son was about 16. this son was totally different from the man's
older kids as he had a different mother which was said to be a witch. today
we assume that she just knew how to get by and make it in that strange days.
anyway this son of her and him didn't assimilate into his family's way of
life because he was completely unsatisfied with the social evils existing
those days.

as there was hardly a chance to change something without getting into very serious trouble the young man found himself hunted by a whole heap
of powerful enemies very soon so that he decided to adopt a new name and to
start a new life. looking for a possibility to fight his enemies he came
across some other outlaws who were ready to make him a member of their group when they discovered how unusually well he could hold his liquor. even the name he became famous with had its origin in this ability of gulping down a
big tumbler of brew at one go.

not very much later he was the leader of a great ship and ruled a whole
bunch of pirates. though he was a real pirate often behaving as awfully as
all the other crooks he still was something special be-cause of his ideals
and ideas to change the way of the world. as everyone can easily imagine
there were many moves made against him and his squad and after years of
successful fighting back he was finally caught and killed in the year 1400
after being betrayed by a bloody traitor.

fortunately they didn't catch his kids, two girls and three boys with partly
unknown mothers, and some of his best friends (including some frisians).
those kids and friends managed to flee from their pursuers to england and
later scotland where they started a new life, partly at sea, partly ashore
but always as outlaws. in the 17th century the descendants of them were
forced to flee to ireland until in the 18th century their new hiding-place
was discovered so that they built a big and fast ship and escaped to the
land of golden opportunity: the united states of america. here they started
a new life under the name they had adopted in scotland: mckenzie. totally
desperate as they weren't able to live at the sea in america because of some
weird circumstances they brought disaster wherever they went.

you can see that being sharpies is a very old tradition of the mckenzie clan
and everybody of the family is given the best training to keep up this
tradition for ever, because in america too there had always been some people
who tried to destroy the clan and stop their activities. marshall mike
monroe was the first to hunt them. that bloody bastard succeeded in killing
three of their men before the women of the clan shot him and his men down
once and for all.

the second attack happened some years later when the u.s. cavalry tried to
get rid of the clan. they managed to make them flee to el paso after they
had destroyed some towns as you may know but after some years of raising
some more strong mckenzies they came back and finished the whole damn
motherfuckers. since then nobody dared to fight the mckenzies again. that's
why the rumors about their deaths were started just to calm all the guys
around.

their current hiding-place is naturally a secret and everybody who
tries to split on them to the police or the cavalry is sure to be a dead
person before he can say his mother's name!

offers to cooperation of every kind are always welcome. in this case you can
simply try to address the newspaper people who will try to inform the
mckenzies about it.

last but not least may be said that there are already some attempts of
cooperation between the brunkeflo people and the mckenzie family. one never
knows when it can become useful to enlist a crook's help...

and maybe together we'll manage to attain our famous ancestor's dream of
improving the world somewhen.

i really had a great brew here at maggie's saloon!

so long,
sue ann mckenzie