If the famous sheriff Pat Garrett and some other people who knew him would not have left their written memories of him, we would never have known that in childhood he was presented with a large Bowie knife and he cut them into pieces of neighbors’ kittens. That he killed his first victim at twelve, and all in all twenty-one people died from his revolver. That he was an illiterate wretch, with an explosive, hysterical character, capable of shooting a man only because he snored too loudly! Worst of all, he became drunk, and he drank to a state of insanity. We would never know that, because … it’s all a lie! He knew two languages, wrote an excellent syllable, was famous for his singing and humor. He never robbed banks, trains or stagecoaches, he never insulted anyone, he always respected women and the elderly, and if he killed anyone, he only protected his own life. The people who hunted him were many times worse than him, and yet it was he who became the most famous criminal of the Wild West. His fault was only that he, a boy, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Circumstances put him outside the law, and yet he tried to start a new life. He was not given … Continue reading →