armed gangs or warlike Indians
He was taken to Lincoln, accompanied by heavy security. Lawyers feared that someone would try to save Billy, but there was no one to save him – all his close friends had been killed by then. Now he could only rely on himself. Among his guards were people who had fought on the side of Dolan in the past: Bill Matthews, Bob Olinger and John Kinney, deservedly nicknamed the “king of cattle stealers.” Along the way, they did not miss the slightest opportunity to mock the captive.
Since Lincoln did not have its own prison, Billy was chained up on the second floor of the courthouse . There were no bars on windows or doors, but Pat Garrett and his two assistants, Bob Olinger and James Bell, vigilantly guarded. For greater reliability, Billy was additionally chained to an iron ring driven into the floor in the center of the room. Continue reading
After fleeing Maxwin’s burning house, the Regulators took refuge in Fort Sumner, Mexico. Once upon a time there was an army fort on the site of a village, but the soldiers had long left it. But now Billy had many friends there, and almost every evening he spent, having fun and flirting with black-haired beauties.
In Lincoln County, life was slowly getting better. Mrs. Maxwin sued James Dolan and Colonel Dudley, accusing them of killing her husband and setting fire to property. Houston Chapman, one-armed lawyer, took up her interests. New Mexico’s new governor, Lou Wallace, has granted amnesty to all county residents who participated in the recent war, hoping that this will help the parties quickly forget the old feuds. It turned out that Billy Kid, not being a resident of the county, did not fall under the amnesty, being considered a mercenary who did not have personal interests in the conflict. Now he has formed too many enemies in the person of representatives of the law and former opponents to feel calm. Continue reading
When in August 1877 they again collided in one of the saloons, Cahill behaved as usual. Quite a bit of a grin, he called Billy bad words, to which he heard a couple of unpleasant expressions in response. Cahill could not stand it. He jumped out of the chair, rushed to Billy, knocked him down, pressed him to the floor and began to beat him in the face. He was beside himself with anger. A little more, and he would have crippled the thin guy with heavy fists, but Billy did not give him that time. He no longer wanted to endure bullying. Releasing his right hand from under the villain who had landed on him, Billy grabbed his revolver, pressed the barrel into his thick belly and pulled the trigger. Cahill roared in pain and fell to his side. Billy did not lose precious seconds, slipped out from under a mortally wounded enemy and ran out of the doors of the saloon. Frightened, he jumped onto the nearest horse and rode out of town. He later apologized for returning this horse to its owner. Continue reading