In fact, in 1905 the word got out that cotton was making people rich. Folks flocked here and they built a railroad to ship the bails out. The first man newcomers met was a conductor named McComb, and the name stuck. The railroad is what made the town. Macomb grew so quickly they had to get a US Marshal in town to keep a little law and order.
Legend has it that no one every broke out of the town's old steel cell.
Almost as quickly as the little town boomed, the dust bowl killed it. Max Hunt, the town's postmaster, says that when the cotton went out, so did the people. Everybody started moving out during the depression years. The once majestic bank that held cash from cotton now stands in historic ruins. In the 20's robbers shot their way out with bags of money.