The Story of the Outlaw: A Study of the Western DesperadoHough, Emerson
History
The Story of the Outlaw: A Study of the Western Desperado
Hough, Emerson
Crime -- West (U.S.); Criminals -- West (U.S.); Outlaws; West (U.S.) -- History
"The Kid stepped up to the bedside and laid his left hand on the bed and
bent over Maxwell. He saw me sitting there in the half darkness, but did
not recognize me, as I was sitting down. My height would have betrayed
me had I been standing. 'Pete, _Quien es_?' he asked in a low tone of
voice; and he half motioned toward me with his six-shooter. That was
when I looked across into eternity. It wasn't far to go.
"That was exactly how the thing was. I gave neither Maxwell nor the Kid
time for anything farther. There flashed over my mind at once one
thought, and it was that I had to shoot and shoot at once, and that my
shot must go to the mark the first time. I knew the Kid would kill me in
a flash if I did not kill him.
"Just as he spoke and motioned toward me, I dropped over to the left and
rather down, going after my gun with my right hand as I did so. As I
fired, the Kid dropped back. I had caught him just about the heart. His
pistol, already pointed toward me, went off as he fell, but he fired
high. As I sprang up, I fired once more, but did not hit him, and did
not need to, for he was dead.
"I don't know that he ever knew who it was that killed him. He could not
see me in the darkness. He may have seen me stoop over and pull. If he
had had the least suspicion who it was, he would have shot as soon as he
saw me. When he came to the bed, I knew who he was. The rest happened as
I have told you. There is no other story about the killing of Billy the
Kid which is the truth. It is also untrue that his body was ever removed
from Fort Sumner. It lies there to-day, and I'll show you where we
buried him. I laid him out myself, in this house here, and I ought to
know."
Twenty-five years of time had done their work in all that country, as we
learned when we entered the little barbed-wire enclosure of the cemetery
where the Kid and his fellows were buried. There are no headstones in
this cemetery, and no sacristan holds its records. Again Garrett had to
search in the salt grass and greasewood. "Here is the place," said he,
at length. "We buried them all in a row. The first grave is the Kid's,
and next to him is Bowdre, and then O'Folliard."
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