In 1860, Gooly was living in Johnson County, Missouri with his wife and young daughter. After the Kansas raids on Johnson county farms began, he soon was with Anderson's unit of Quantrill's Guerrillas.
    Gooly Robinson performed many desperate deeds of bravado and valor, but none that surpassed the following in hardihood or abandonment.
    A desperate Federal Scout, called Ben McCoulloch, was known to many upon the border as a bold, bad, cruel, relentless man. He killed, burned, stole, plundered, fought, and was not afraid. If he could have found good backing anywhere in the ranks of the militia, he would have made his mark broad and bloody. Single-handed, he did not give back from any man, Guerrilla or Confederate. He dressed in fringed buck-skin, carried four dragoon revolvers, rode a coal black horse, and hunted at the head of fifty Federals. Quantrill had sought for him once or twice, but failed to find him. Todd sent him a challenge once himself to meet him with twenty-five men. If McCoulloch received the message, he never replied to it. Indeed, if he knew Todd as Todd really was, it was no discrace to him that he did not reply.
    One day, however, this buck-skin Ben McCoulloch went a step too far. Gooly Robinson had a widowed aunt living in Johnson County whose house McCoulloch burnt, whose horses be conscripted, whose cattle he drove off, and whose entire substance be wantonly and wickedly wasted. The bereft woman told tbe story of her ruin to her nephew, and the nephew dressed himself as a Federal Soldier, mounted a horse as swift as any other Federal's horse, cleaned a double-barrel shot-gun thorougly, and went man hunting. The second day out he met full in the big road a column of Federal cavalry, and rode boldly up to within twenty yards of it. Ben McCoulloch was at its head, unsupported, indifferent to consequences, and reckless to a degree exceptional even for him.
    Robinson fired both barrels of his gun full into the bosom of McCoulloch, literally tearing his heart out and killing and wounding five of those who were next to and nearest to him. So daring was the deed, so sudden was the fire, so fatal was the aim, that the savage Guerrilla had turned his horse and was dashing away like the wind ere a single volley was fired after him or a single horseman started in pursuit. Of course he was neither harmed nor overtaken, the strangest thing of all, however, being the fact that McCoulloch's splendid black charger sprang away from the Federal column when its rider fell and rushed furiously after Robinson keeping pace with him and submitting afterwards to his control.
   Jesse James was badly wounded and almost killed August 13, 1864, at Flat Rock Ford, over Grand river, sixty-five guerrillas were camped there. A mile away lives a Northern sympathizer who notified a body of Federals. Three hundred militia and one hundred and fifty Kansas Red Legs under Col. Catherwood were guided up to the foot of a ravine, where they dismounted and crept up to within range of the guerrillas before the Federals were discovered. Jesse James and Peyton Long saw the Federals first and gave the alarm. Bill Anderson, who was in command, shouted clear and loud: "Hurry up, men; half of you bridle up and saddle up the horses, while the other half stand off the devils."
    Sixty-five men against four hundred and fifty, but those sixty-five were whirlwind fighters and not one of them ever knew what it was to be afraid of anything. That charge was a death grapple. Peyton Long and Arch Clements fell each with a horse killed. Anderson and Tuck Hill each went down with slight wounds. Jim Cummings took Anderson up behind him, Oll Shepherd picked up Arch Clements and Broomfield took up Peyton Long, but Long's revolver was shot from his hand. Broomfield's horse was shot beneath him. Jesse James, Cave Wyatt, William Reynolds and McMacane charged clear through the four hundred and fifty Federals and then charged back again. Dock Rupe, a boy of seventeen, fell dead alongside of Jesse James.
    Jesse James fell next, just as he was leading a third charge upon the Federals. He was hit twice. The first wound made him reel in his saddle and his pistol dropped from his right hand. He recovered himself and drew another pistol with his left hand and fired several shots. But a Spencer rifle ball struck him in the right breast, tore a great hole through the lung and came out his back near the spine. No man could bear up under such a wound as that. My father fell. Arch Clements sprang to his side and was standing over him fighting, when Clements was shot again in the face and again in the left leg and fell beside Jesse.
     The whole Federal force, cut to pieces by the guerrilla charges, retreated to heavy timber and reformed there, leaving behind seventy-six killed and one hundred wounded. The guerrillas took advantage of this to get away, taking every one of their wounded with them. This they did in all their fights. A wounded guerrilla was never left behind, because the Federals showed no quarter to even wounded guerrillas. Jesse was sent to the home of Captain John A. Rudd, in Carroll County, and Gooly Robertson, Nat Tigue, Oll Shepherd and Peyton Long were detailed to guard him with their lives. It was not thought that Jesse would live through the night, but he was nursed to life and strength by Mrs. Rudd and Mr. and Mrs. S. Neale. Gooly and the others returned to Anderson's band. By September, 1864, Jesse James had recovered from the terrible wounds be had received in the fight and was also back in action.
   On Aug 24, 1864 Gooly's wife, Wealthy, was arrested in Johnson County for being a Southern Sympathizer. She, and a son less than a year old, were taken to Gratiot Street Prison in St. Louis. By December 16th, she was back in Johnson, a prisoner in Warrensburg, and trying to get her other two children back. They had been placed in the care of her sister, Rebecca Austin. Sometime between then and 1870, Wealthy died. Rebecca raised Maggie and Marion. Her sister Margaret Starr, in Cass County, raised William, the third child.
   Soon after the Centralia raid, General Price had a meeting with Bill Anderson at Booneville. Bloody Bill's group was ordered to go to Northeast Missouri and disrupt the Federals in that area as much as possible. Gooly Robinson was still with Anderson.
   Soon tiring of tearing up railroad tracks, cutting down telegraph poles, destroying miles and miles of wire, burning depots, and picking up and killing isolated militia, on 15 Oct. 1864, Anderson dashed into Danville, Montgomery county, where sixty Federals were stationed in houses and other strong places.
    He had but flfty-seven men, and the fight was close and hot. It was difficult to get the enemy out of the houses. Snatching up torches, and braving the guns of the entrenched Federals, Dick and Ike Berry put fire to one house, Arch Clements and Dick West to another, Theo. Castle, John Maupin, and Mose Huffaker to a third, and Ben Broomfield, Tuck, Tom, and Woot Hill to the fourth. Gooly Robinson was mortally wounded while exposing himself in a most reckless manner. It was a night of terror and agony. As the militia ran out they were shot down by the Guerrillas in the shadows. Some, wounded, burnt to death; and others, stifled by the heat and smoke, rushed, gasping and blackened into the air, to be riddled with bullets. Only eight of the garrison of sixty escaped the holocaust, and Anderson turned west towards Kansas City, expecting to overtake General Price there. 

Most of the above is from John N. Edwards' "Noted Guerrillas". 

     The probable origin of Francis Marion (Gooly) Robinson

This is definitely him.

1860 census, Johnson Co., Post Oak
1607   1726  Mary McCown  80  VA  Farming
                       Margaret Burk  49  VA
            1727  F.M. Roberson  21  KY  Farm Labor
                       Wealthy J.          23  TN
                       Mary M.          10/12  MO

Those families are living together and he's working for Mary McCown.
That could be his grandmother and the widowed aunt mentioned in "Noted Guerrillas".
Daughter Mary M. above is named Mary Margaret and called Maggie. She may be named for both of them.
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This is likely Gooly and family in 1850. If so, the parents must have died and he's living with a brother. These three families are in this order on the census. The age 12 agrees with his age in 1860. The two Williams must be cousins.

1850 Logan county, Kentucky
John McCown  29  KY
Mary                27  KY
William             3   KY
James              1   KY
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Robinson, William N.  25  KY
Mary           20           KY
Francis       12          KY **********
Susan         21          KY
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Robinson, William  30   KY
Elizabeth R.    23            KY
James M.         21            KY
Sarah A.        4/12           KY
Edward Cox   22            KY
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I've found no other Francis or Marion that "fits" exactly. Probably only a will or family Bible would prove if this is the right one.

Jim Baker