The Day Billy The Kid Shot Me Between The Eyes.

Thursday, Nov 4, 2010

It was high noon. I tied the reigns of my horse Sally Lightning to a front post by the Calamity Jane saloon. The place was a real thirst quencher. I needed hard whisky real bad. Billy the kid was in town and we crossed paths. My blood ran cold as ice as he had a real sassy attitude . I told him that both him and I could not walk this earth in our life times anymore.

Billy had a terrible twisted looking smile on his face that I just felt like sand papering clean off his disgusting lips. And as I drank more shots of hard rot gut whisky, the kid had one of his nasty hands right up my woman's frilly skirt. For sure he was pestering my one and only woman. He had fingers where they hadn't any business being. I wanted to plug the kid real good right then and there on the spot, but I decided to wait for a better time , outside.

Well it was and hour later when I strolled out of the Calamity Jane saloon and took a proper stand in order to face Billy in the center of town. For sure I wanted to shoot his wretched hide ,and and whip out my Colts and blast large holes in his skull.

My weapons were my Colt 45's. I always wore my best suit everywhere for important occasions. I wore my golden pocket watch, and my handsome well polished boots.

The time did come. Billy stepped out of the saloon in the broad day light. Face to face we had hard words , but then he just walked silly a little, clowned around and then gazed straight into my eyes with one gruesome stare.

We went for our guns. Three shots rang out and broke the silence of the crows flying by. He was fast, very fast all right, faster than I had ever imagined in our short encounter. My two nickle plated army Colts discharged right into my holsters. I guess the sudden impact of his bullet driven dead center into my heart no doubt caused a nerve impulse to pull the triggers of my Colts before I cleared my holsters. Damn punk was fast as lightning .

One more shot rang out as he shot me again right between my eyes and I just plain dropped dead like a thousand pounds of buffalo meat.

It's a funny thing how bullets can affect your overall ability to live. So I did not have much else to do but die. Maybe I took one last breath for old times sake before my eyes rolled back into my skull.

Well, no one beats the kid, and so it was I got buried somewhere up on boot hill without my boots or pocket watch.

Yep the kid really knew his hand gun real well. Billy kept on messing with Crystal Sue. He probably enjoyed sporting around in my boots and measuring the time of day with my gold pocket watch.

I will sure miss my horse Sally lightening. Billy has my horse too, along with my woman, but he is going to hell that is for sure because that is where I am right now myself anyway .

I should have just left town and waited for Patrick Garrett to shoot Billy dead in old Mexico.

The story was that Pat shot the kid in the dark, right in his back while he was unarmed. I do not know if that is true or not. I was not there. I am dead on boot hill with lead in my head, and with a chunk of lead in my heart, and the earthworms are having a feast lunching on my pitiful decomposing corpse. I don't care how Billy got shot , that stinking Son of a no account snake.

God Bless Everyone