A very nice looking bank ROBBER

More than folk lore?
Maybe this is American History but I consider it just dark cloud Americana and hardly that. However, this is what was told me by my mother. She was a person born in the early 20th century in southern rural Oklahoma. But here is the caveat, my mom sometimes was given to embellishment. Some call it exaggeration. I think of it as taking her word with a tiny grain of salt.
But anyway here is what she told me on several occasions. She and her siblings lived on a farm somewhere near Marietta, Ok. Not far from the Red River and the Texas border. But none the less my mom told me she and her mother had a visit on their farm by Pretty boy Floyd and some of his hungry business associates. To bring you up to date on Pretty Boy Floyd, he was a notorious bank robber during the depression years who had plundered through the central Plaines and robbed banks. After all banks are where the money is.
But anyway, my mom said Floyd showed up one day with his companions and asked her mom to cook some lunch for himself and his starving associates. She was told Floyd would compensate her quite well. And if you think about it, Floyd and his bank robbing gang really couldn’t go into town and just casually walk into the local greasy spoon and order the lunch special. No sir! He was most recognizable and possibly would have been arrested or shot.
So, my grandmother fixed him and friends a nice country lunch. Then happily sent him and his bank robbing friends on their way and after being well compensated.
By the way, Pretty Boy Floyd was a nice-looking man. Well dressed and polite. I think his real name was Charles Floyd of Akins, Oklahoma. He died in 1932 from a gunshot wound. Shot by an FBI agent. So much for bank robbing. This career could easily end quite suddenly.