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Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?
Well, I'm thinking about making a withdrawal today.
Okay, I can help you with that.
I'd be awful careful if I were you, mister.
I heard this bank's about to be robbed.
Butch Cathy was that first step toward organized crime. He took out Laurie to a
new level.
My lord, how exactly do you know that?
Because me is going to rob it.
Put your hands up and nobody get hurt.
This is big enough!
He's a laughing bandit, and he's liked by everybody. He's even liked by the
lawmen that pursue him.
My name is, well, I thought it depends now, don't it?
I was born Robert Leroy Parker.
The one -fingered teenager thinks I'm a bartender named Jim Love.
And some folks are sure I died William Phillips.
A successful businessman in Spokane, Washington.
29 years after I was supposedly killed in that shootout in Bolivia.
We bid you good day, ladies and gentlemen. It was a pleasure doing
you. Nobody say nothing for 10 minutes after we leave. We won't have to come
back and make you sorry you did.
Woo!
Forget all the other stories you heard.
It's the real story.
The gang I put together with my pal Harry Longabaugh.
He's as big as they get.
We were the best there ever was at robbing banks and trains.
We never got caught.
The wild exploits of Robert Leroy Parker and Harry Alonzo Longabaugh would
become legends.
But you know us as... Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
I'm not sure what to do with you, Butch.
You've been a model prisoner, Butch. Yes, sir.
I sure have.
You can look it up.
I only saw the inside of a prison cell once in my life.
Wouldn't you know it? For stealing three horses I bought and paid for.
It was later found out that these horses were...
actually stolen by the man who sold them to Butch Cassidy. But Butch was found
guilty and was sentenced to prison.
Some say Butch Cassidy was railroaded, but he did have a reputation, a
justifiable reputation, as a horse thief.
After about 18 months of his two -year sentence for the horse theft, he went
before the governor himself.
Tell you what.
If it really is your intention to quit wrestling when you get out of here,
we could have something arranged.
But only if you'll give me your word that you'll go straight.
I guess I can't do that, Governor.
Because I wouldn't want to give you my word and then break it.
And if I promised you I'd go straight, I'd have to break it.
I'm in too deep to quit the game now.
That's when I made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
I promise you one thing for sure, Governor.
You give me this pardon, I promise I'll keep my efforts out of Wyoming for the
rest of my days.
Pardon me and you'll be protecting your state and everybody in it.
I went into prison a small -time rustler.
But by the time I got out, I had bigger plans.
My days of being small time were over.
This is his master's degree because he's in prison with people who know how to
really do crime, and he kind of makes up his mind, well, I've been doing this
soft shoe stuff, and I need to graduate to the big leagues, you know.
Butch didn't have much luck with the law.
He had bad experiences with wealth.
He grew up in a Mormon family, and they had a fine ranch in Utah.
A portion of the ranch was taken away from them as a result of a ruling by the
Mormon church.
It ain't fair.
They got no right to do this.
My dad was honest and hardworking, and look where it got him.
Very early on, he had a burr under his saddle about these men of power, and he
wanted to take them down a peg. What's the best way to take the rich down?
Take their money.
Ever since, I've always had it in for rich bastards and big companies.
Folks with money and power to push little guys around.
Still, I didn't want my mother reading about her son being a thief.
So when I went away for stealing them horses, I also stole myself a new name.
He used the Cassidy surname.
Cassidy being his boyhood hero, Mike Cassidy.
Mike Cassidy was a petty criminal rustler in southern Utah.
Mike Cassidy probably taught Butch Cassidy quite a bit about rustling and
theft when Butch was growing up.
After prison, he fell in with a bunch called the Hole in the Wall Gang.
These were kindred spirits.
These were outlaws. These were men with experience of being bad guys.
I've always wanted to say that. I've been practicing that little phrase my
whole life.
The first crime that can historically be linked to Butch Cassidy and the Wild
Bunch is the robbery of the Montpelier Bank in Idaho.
in 1896.
And it was, you know, typical Butch Cassidy was done, you know, to
Up against the wall.
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt.
Let's go, old man. Up against that wall. Let's go, boys. Lunch break. We're
going to take lunch early today, okay? Let's go. A little quicker now. A little
quicker. Get out of there. There you go.
Move it. Move it. Move it. That's all I need, buddy.
Get you on out of here. We're fine now.
Elsie Lay was probably his best friend.
They were really the main...
planners that organized the robberies.
To a large extent, Elsie Lay played the role that a lot of people attribute to
the Sundance kid who didn't come along until some time later.
Butch went behind the cage while another one held the gun on the officials.
Here you go, young lady.
It's a little something for your troubles.
They got the money, and the third outlaw was out holding the horses.
Hell, this is almost too easy.
That first wild bunch bank job changed everything.
The time I walked out of that bank, and I'll tell you, Idaho, I'd be on the run
for the rest of my life.
Hey, you folks just top down for a few minutes after we leave, and you'll live
to tell the tale at supper. See?
We're not so bad once you get to know us. Woo!
A little remorse for you there on the floor.
Like taking candy from a baby.
He's made the decision to become a full -fledged outlaw, and there's no turning
back at that point. I'm coming, I'm coming.
Farewell, Montpellier.
But we were just getting started.
The newspapers would call our next job one of the most daring ever.
I don't know about that.
It ain't your money.
I don't know there was so much money me and Elsie couldn't carry it all just the
two of us.
That's one mistake I never made again.
Bud Cassidy, was born to Ryle.
And I had the good fortune to find a group of smart and daring fellas who
support me in that endeavor.
Newspapers took to calling us the Wild Bunch.
They also said I had a gang of 500 outlaws, so you can't believe everything
read.
They were a pretty loose -knit group of individuals.
I think it changed from robbery to robbery who the individuals were and the
people came and went.
After a job, most of us ended up at Fannie Porter's place in Fort Worth.
It really was the best little whorehouse in Texas.
I'd like to propose a toast to my boys.
Good work, gentlemen. And there's plenty more where that came from.
So many banks, so many trains, so little time.
Everybody had a role to play.
In the beginning, I never made a move without Adam Belay. He was smart, a
dresser, a ladies' man, but a cold -blooded killer at heart.
Harvey Kid Curry Logan was a mad dog.
People feared him.
Ben Kilpatrick, the tall Texan, was fearless and deadly.
That's all I got.
Then we called William Carver News because he loved reading about our
in the newspaper.
The papers all knew our names, but nobody knew what we looked like. We
sit for photographs.
And on the job, our faces were always well hid.
That's five in a row for me.
I thought this was just for show. It is.
Showing them guys how many times I can beat you.
Butch Cassidy and L .G. Lay's second major robbery in 1897 was a coal company
Castlegate, Utah.
Castlegate was very daring. It was a daylight robbery.
It's in a narrow canyon, Price Canyon, and there's really one way and one out.
There's not a lot of...
room for error, and so he really had to plan it well. They were faced with a
problem because it's a mining town, there are no cowboys around, and they
couldn't really ride in as strange cowboys and hang around without being
noticed. So they came up with this ruse of pretending they were racing horses.
And so they were able to hang around town for a while and wait for the
to show up.
That whistle means it's payday.
And here comes Carpenter, the payroll officer, just like clockwork.
The miners are starting to show up, so we've got to be quick.
I'll be waiting for Carpenter before he can get inside with the money.
We've seen tougher nuts to crack, haven't we? Oh, yeah.
Butch Cassidy was absolutely meticulous in almost every one of his jobs. He
would spend sometimes two or three weeks around the location of the job to get a
sense of the place.
to get a sense of the people, to get timing down, just to look over
The clerk picked up the payroll and was headed toward the offices
of the coal company. This was in the middle of the day. The streets were
with people, and Butch followed them.
Ma 'am Carpenter, how come so many today?
I can count it on this much.
You just got recruited, old -timer. Come with me.
The newspapers would call it the most daring of all the Wild Bunch robberies.
broad daylight, with miners all around us.
You'll never get away alive!
The game ain't over yet, Carpenter, and I don't intend to start losing today.
Elsie Lay was there holding his horse. He pulled out his Colt .45 and said,
take those.
And threw the bags at...
Gold up to L .T. Way.
Hell, it ain't your money.
Yet anyway.
About this time, the train whistle blew and spooked the horses.
And so there was a mad dash to catch up with L .T. and with the horses.
You fellas really want to go up against a pair of desperate outlaws like us?
To save company money?
L .T. was able to corner the horse and get him back.
By the time they put their posse together, we were long gone.
Trust me, gentlemen.
There's a lot more where this came from.
Plenty for everybody.
You wouldn't be grabbed out to payday, too, would you?
But
we weren't
through yet.
The next Wild Bunch job would make me the most famous outlaw in America.
And the most hunted.
Well, the Wilcox train robbery is the apex, really, of train robbing.
Because it's so dramatic and so incredible.
The fact that they did it right on the Northern Pacific line.
It's just outlawry at its best.
They wind up blowing the whole thing sky high.
That train's got our name on it, boys.
We ain't getting any younger.
Let's mount up.
June 6, 1899.
When we stopped that Union Pacific train about a mile west of Wilcox, Wyoming, I
had no idea I was about to become the most famous outlaw in America.
This is Stickout. Nobody move or say nothing for ten minutes, and I promise
we'll reach your destination safely.
One of the things the Wilcox robbery did is it catapulted Butch Cassidy and the
Wild Bunch into national headlines.
Now, don't you worry about this thing.
I ain't never killed a man yet, and I don't intend to start today.
Nobody has to get hurt here.
You just tell your passengers there'll be a brief delay.
Ladies and gentlemen, safe travels.
All right, fellas.
We didn't get all dressed up enough.
So, yeah.
When they robbed trains, they didn't go through and rob the passengers.
You know, they were out for the big money with the corporations.
I was looking for one thing on those trains, the express car, sort of like a
small bank on wheels.
Inside was a messenger, an express car messenger named Ernest Charles Woodcock,
who refused to open the door.
all day you open this damn door i swear i'm gonna open it with this here
dynamite no sir well at least he called me sir so he got
proper respect woodcock was a loyal employee he was not about to let outlaws
take the money that was his in in fact his responsibility what's the matter
you it ain't your money is it worth dying for because i got a whole lot of
dynamite here And I ain't never once yet been accused of using too little, have
I, boys?
He told him if he didn't open the door, he was going to have to blow it open and
was afraid that Woodcock would get hurt.
Woodcock still refused.
And as a last resort, the gang set a charge of dynamite.
I ain't letting you in.
Oh, Woodcock, seat yourself.
But if I were you...
We have to presume that neither Butch nor any of the Wild Bunch had a great
of experience with dynamite.
Use too much dynamite, they destroy the express car.
In all my born days, it's a miracle. Buddy, you okay?
You had me worried there for a second.
You look like you're all in one piece. I am, yeah.
I'm relieved to hear it.
Can I open the damn sink?
No, sir.
I won't do it.
I admire your conviction, Woodcock, but it's your funeral.
Step aside.
Then he wouldn't open the safe, so they blew up the safe.
They wind up blowing the whole thing sky high.
And this is when they stand there and the money is flown down.
We robbed with confidence because we knew the posse
couldn't keep up with us.
In the beginning, at least.
Most of them were just local farmers and shopkeepers who really wanted no part
of chasing outlaws.
Cassidy and his gang put as much thought into fleeing from a robbery site as
they did in planning the robbery itself.
They stashed horses at various locations along their escape routes.
Because they had access to fresh horses, they were always able to outdistance
and eventually escape their pursuers.
They also made certain that the telegraph telephone lines were cut.
and did everything they possibly could to hamper law enforcement pursuit.
He would often stop off at farms and ranches of people that he knew.
The people were loyal to Butch Cassidy because he had done so much for them in
the past.
They knew what he was doing many times, but they liked this young man.
I tell you, these are to suit you just fine, Butch.
You just pay me whatever you think for bordering them.
Oh, now, I can't accept this. You know that's too much. Oh, sure you can.
Looks to me like you could use it. My pleasure.
Fair pay for goods and services rendered.
You like that gray, don't you, son?
Yes, sir.
You keep taking good care of them, I'll make them yours one day.
Let's get some grub.
Butch Cassidy was famous for his generous acts to the small ranchers, to
homesteaders in the West. But, of course, it was a two -way street.
by winning their favor, much like Jesse James had won the favor of folks back in
Missouri. He also provided himself with assistance whenever he needed to hide
out and whenever he needed someone to point to a posse and say they went that
-way when actually they went that -a -way.
So there's some wisdom to what he's doing.
Thanks for the hot meal.
It's much appreciated.
Oh, stop by any time, Butch. It's always good to see you. You can count on it.
Just remember, when the posse gets here...
We're the bad guys.
Desperate criminals.
Vicious outlaws.
Scoundrels. Villains.
Worst kind of miscreants.
We stole from you at gunpoint.
Threatened to kill your whole family. Oh my, it was awful, you tell them.
Let them believe what they read in the papers.
Come on, Alzie.
When law enforcement would show up, they would often send the law enforcement
people in the opposite direction
Butch and his gang had fled.
Look again.
You really can't identify any of them?
Wilcox was a real game changer for Butch and his colleagues because they were
now being hunted nationally.
The noose was tightening.
No, sir.
I never saw their faces. They kept them covered the whole time.
The Union Pacific Railroad brought in the Pinkertons, and suddenly the best
detectives in the country were on our trail.
The Pinkertons were really probably equivalent to what the FBI is today, and
they had a reputation of always getting their man.
These men were very, very well trained. They were marksmen, they were well
armed, and they were, in fact, ruthless.
Once the Pinkertons were on our trail, It was like being chased by a mad dog.
We knew they'd never give up, but neither would we.
And soon we had a new recruit who only made us stronger.
His name was Harry Longabaugh.
But you folks would know him better as the Sundance Kid.
After we blew up that Union Pacific Express car at Wilcox, Pinkertons were
really turning up the heat on it.
It wasn't long before Elsie Lay got himself arrested.
And when he went to the can, I needed a new key man I could really rely on.
Enter Harry Longabaugh.
Harry Longabaugh was the Sundance Kid.
He really was a small -time outlaw up until he met Butch Cassidy.
Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself.
$17 .93.
That's everything.
We're coming back from dropping off payroll, not picking it up.
Should have been here last night when we were pulling out. The train was stacked
with money.
You look at his track record before he got with Butch, and he was somewhat of
unsuccessful.
Outlaw.
Amateurs. I'm surrounded by a bunch of damn amateurs.
Harry Longabaugh, originally from Pennsylvania, moved west as a young man,
into a bit of trouble and was sentenced to serve a certain amount of time in
jail in Sundance, Wyoming.
It is from that that he acquired the nickname the Sundance Kid.
The Sundance Kid is, well, first of all, he's not the coolest name in the West.
Harry Longabaugh is not really going to hang on the tongue very long. And if it
was Harry Longabaugh and Butch Cassidy, that wouldn't be a very good movie
marquee. But Sundance Kid, now that is a sexy name.
Now what's interesting about the actual record is they were in different parts
of different gangs and stuff, and I don't think they were maybe in two or
robberies together.
Thank you for dressing up on our account there, sir.
The two of them are markedly different. Butch was kind of a fun -loving
prankster type of a bandit who liked to rob banks and trains.
The Sundance kid was far more stoic. These different men seemed to gravitate
towards one another.
I think Butch got from Sundance somebody that was dependable, quick with a gun,
and an enforcer if he needed that. So in a way, I think they complemented each
other.
Once the Pinkertons got after us, just cutting a few telegraph wires and
stashing some fresh horses wasn't enough to stay ahead of the law.
We had to up our game.
Law enforcement was closing in on Butch Cassidy, closing in on the Wild Bunch,
and it was making it more and more difficult for them to earn their living
train robbers and as bank robbers.
Butch and Sundance were staring the 20th century in the face.
You got photography.
and a means of reproducing photographs on wanted posters.
They started, in fact, putting machine guns, gatling guns, on cars that were
carrying large amounts of money.
The money that was taken from the trains, the different banks had the
those serial numbers, so they're able to trace those.
And we now have the telephone.
The telephone is becoming a force.
And so all those advantages that the outlaws had, it's amazing that Butch and
Sundance lasted as long as they did.
But as we know, you can't escape technology, right boys?
It's going to kill us all.
The game was getting too tough.
It just wasn't as much fun anymore.
I needed to find a way to get out without having to look over my shoulder
the rest of my life.
Amnesty would be a tall order, Butch. I've got to be honest with you.
I ain't saying it's going to be easy.
The way I see it, I can give the governor something he wants to.
They want me to stop robbing their banks and trains, right?
Well, okay.
This is their chance.
As Butch Cassidy felt the noose tightening around him, he approached a
named Orlando Powers about the possibility of amnesty.
But even if we could make that kind of a deal, it wouldn't be enough.
Maybe it would mean you'd be safe in one state, but I can think of at least four
other states where you'd still be a wanted man.
I've got to figure something out.
I've been on the run practically every day since the day I left prison.
I can't live like this the rest of my life.
You're not going to like this, Butch.
Just hear me out.
You need to make an amnesty deal with an institution.
More powerful than any one governor or any one state.
To my thinking, there is only one institution that powerful.
You want me to make a deal with the Union Pacific Railroad?
Think about it, Butch.
They just might want you to stop robbing them bad enough they'd force all the
governors to go along with the deal.
You know, it just might work.
Tell them I'll do more than just stop robbing their trains.
I'll stop other folks robbing from them, too.
I'd be a whole lot better at catching robbers than anybody they got.
I'll contact the railroad and make the arrangement.
Okay. I'll sit down with those scoundrels, but it's got to be someplace
safe. Can't be any other people around.
So I can make sure they're not planning on double -crossing me.
Leave that part to me.
You just make sure they know what they're in for if they don't agree to
deal. Because if I don't get the amnesty...
The Union Pacific Railroad is going to make me a very rich man.
Amen.
The day of my meeting with the railroad men came, and I waited, and then waited
for more.
I waited all damn day, and the bastards never came.
Their train was delayed by storms or whatnot. They couldn't get there.
The longer he waited, and when it became clear that the railroad people were not
going to show up, he became infuriated.
He left a note basically threatening the railroad people with more of the same.
You double -crossed me.
You had your chance.
Now you can all go to hell.
After the incident, a law soldier passed.
I think Butch was in for the remainder.
I mean, there was no turning back.
That was his last shot, I think, at going straight.
Rewards were escalating as crimes accumulated. Now you've got rewards that
jumping up into, in today's money, a quarter of a million dollars.
And some of his friends...
And former neighbors were becoming informants for the Pinkertons.
So he had plenty to worry about.
You ever feel like we're holding a dead man's hand, Harry?
They ain't never going to stop until we're dead or in jail.
And I ain't looking forward to either possibility.
I'm thinking it's time we call it quits.
And do what?
Go where?
What? Now hear me out.
Okay? I read it in the National Geographic magazine.
Oh, you read it in the National Geographic magazine.
They've got cattle and ranches and everything there. Just like here.
And they need cowboys.
We'll fit right in. We don't look like them. We don't sound like them.
We ain't going down there to be outlaws.
Okay?
We're going down there to be ranches.
Patagonia sounded like an outlaw's dream.
Wide open range lanes, just like home, without all those pesky detectives
sniffing around.
But if it was time to cut and run, I was going to make sure we went out in
style.
And with enough bread for a nice long retirement.
We hit another Union Pacific train first in Tipton, Wyoming.
Then a bank in Nevada.
Those last few jobs were some of our biggest ever.
Soon, Sundance and me had a nice little nest egg to bring to South America.
So we threw ourselves a going -away party at Fannie Porter's fine
in Fort Worth.
Here, they availed themselves of what Fannie Porter had to offer. They bought
brand new clothes.
Fancy suits, bowler hats, fine shoes, because one of them was getting married.
Will Carver was marrying his sweetheart.
The woman Will Carver was marrying was an employee of Fannie Porter.
Everybody was looking so downright respectable in our new clothes.
I decided we needed something to commemorate the occasion.
Please, gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask you to settle down and be still.
You heard the man.
Settle down.
I want everybody on their best behavior.
I didn't figure it this way at the time, but I guess I was the only outlaw who
ever made his own wanted poster.
For reasons that remain inscrutable, five of the major members of the gang
decided to have their pictures taken in Fort Worth, what is now known as the
Fort Worth Five photograph.
Butch Cassidy, Sundance Kid, Ben Kilpatrick, Harvey Logan.
and Will Carver.
They must have been drunk. They're dressed in suits.
They've got bowler hats on. It's just a wonderful photo.
Sitting down for a portrait in Fort Worth was probably not one of the
things these five outlaws ever did.
That was the start of their undoing.
The photographer liked the damn picture so much, he put it in his window.
where a lawman saw it and sent a copy to the Pinkertons.
And they started making the wanted posters.
Before this, there was no photographs of Butch Cassidy except for kind of an old
image from when he was in prison.
Now, everybody knew what Butch Cassidy looked like.
I'd laugh when I think about it, having no idea what a disaster that was. That
was his mistake. If Pickett's charge is Robert E. Lee's mistake,
The Fort Worth Five.
That was which, Cassie?
This was a turning point in the war against the Wild Bunk.
After a raucous send -off in Fort Worth, the Wild Bunk split up and went our
separate ways.
I met up with Sundance and his girl at a place in New York.
The Pinkertons got awful mad when they found out we'd been living it up right
under their noses there.
But by the time they did, we were on a boat to South America.
And then they do it. They leave the West. You know, when they tried to make
movie, the studio said...
Can you leave the West?
John Wayne never, you can't leave the West. And that movie was such a leap of
imagination. But that's because Butch had the leap of imagination.
We're going to take this on the road. He became the first international rock
star outlaw.
They went to Patagonia. They set up a ranch. They had cattle and horses. And
Etta Place was with them. And everything seemed idyllic. It was just perfect.
For a while, at least, no one knew where they were.
They were respectable members of the community and probably thought no one
ever find them, but they did.
The Pinkertons tracked them down to Argentina.
The Pinkertons had a reputation to protect, and so even though the law had
up on Butch and Sundance, we're happy to have them out of the territory.
The Pinkertons were determined to get them.
They make wanted posters in Spanish and notify them and say, if there's ever a
robbery, these two notorious outlaws are likely responsible.
And a year or two later, there was a bank robbery in southern Argentina
committed by a couple of Yankees, and it probably wasn't Butch and Sundance. The
result is the Argentine police issued an order to bring Butch and Sundance in
for questioning.
So they get wind that the authorities are coming to question them about this
robbery, and that's when they escape.
Here's Butch and Sundance now. They're on the run. They're Yankees in a Spanish
-speaking country. They are genuinely fish out of water.
They return to robbing banks.
throughout parts of South America, eventually making their way to Bolivia.
There were posses, mainly military posses, looking for two armed gringos,
they end up going into a village high in the Andes named San Vicente late in the
afternoon.
The posse shows up, and there's a brief gunfight.
But they're pouring fire in at Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
We're trapped inside of this room.
Eventually, they run out of ammunition.
We're not making it out of this one, are we? I don't think so.
I'm empty.
Yeah, well, I got two left.
Are you sure?
Yeah, well, what the hell?
Truth is, I ain't never killed no one before.
We all gotta start sometime.
Most folks believe that was the end of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
But they're just guessing.
Some days I wake up and I think, those guys didn't make it. They're dead in San
Vicente in Bolivia.
And other days I go, there's something about that story that doesn't make
It just doesn't quite compute.
Most of the information is circumstantial that we have about this
case. The only thing they really have is two North Americans were killed in a
shootout.
It's kind of a split decision as to whether they died there.
Lower mandible. Years ago, they dug up what they thought were the two outlaws
and did DNA testing.
They were 99 % sure that they had the right remains because the story was that
they got down to the last few rounds of ammunition.
They were injured and desperate, and so Butch shoots Sundance and then puts the
gun to his temple and kills himself.
And the skeletal remains of these two individuals match that story.
One had wounds in the forehead and one in the temple. And there was lead
from evidence of a bullet wound.
And once they did the DNA testing, it came out it wasn't butch or Sundance.
to me, that verifies that they escaped.
There's evidence that he wandered around South America and in fact Mexico for a
period of time before finally returning to the United States in the neighborhood
of about 1924 -1925 when he began to frequent his old haunts and look up
old friends and old acquaintances.
Around 1925, supposedly, according to his young sister Lula, he visited her
told her what happened.
Lula Parker Bettinson was my great -grandmother.
He is a great, great uncle to me.
Lula, honey, come here, please. There's somebody I want you to meet.
Who's that, Daddy?
Well, actually, the two of you have met before, but you were only a few days old
at the time.
Is that right?
I'd like you to meet your brother, Robert.
I tend to believe my great -grandmother's account that he came
I've researched his life for over 20 years of my life, and I haven't found
anything that...
would make me think otherwise.
The family didn't talk about it for a lot of years. It was something they kept
private. They just went along with the stories that he'd been killed because
they wanted him to be left alone.
This may have been Butch Cassidy's ultimate prank. The alias he used was
T. Phillips.
William T. Phillips went on to lead a relatively quiet and respectable life
and settled in the town of Spokane, Washington, where he died in 1937.
It's wonderful how we never want the outlaws to die.
Jesse James wasn't killed like he was supposed to be killed. Billy the Kid
wasn't killed by Pat Garrett.
Butch Cassidy got away from that little shack in Bolivia.
went off and became a respected businessman in Spokane, Washington.
Of all the theories of Wild West characters who don't die like the story
they died, Butch Cassidy is the one where you might really buy into the fact
that maybe Butch did get away.
Well, Butch Cass is so wonderful because he didn't kill hardly anyone.
He was very successful at what he did, and he was honest.
We bid you good day, ladies and gentlemen. It was a pleasure doing
you.
Everybody who met him talked about the easy smile that came to his face, the
jokes that he told or played. He was kind, he was gentle, but he also was
a two -bit outlaw.
When you think about it,
men and horses, you're going back thousands of years. I mean, pre
I mean, the horse was the thing.
And here, these are the last guys, the last outs of the last inning of the last
ballgame, which casted a Sunday at kick.
When they disappear into history, that's the end of the horse culture.
When they passed into history, something truly was wrong.
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