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Seventy years ago, in the lawless territory of New Mexico,

a kid from Texas made himself more famous and more feared

than any other gun killer in all the wild history of the West.

Many stories have been told about him that were more fiction than facts.

In some instances, we've changed names and slightly altered

chronologies, but the facts were as you will see them.

The story began in Lincoln, New Mexico, July 11, 1879.

Howdy, men. They're inside. Both of them.

- Yes? - We want to see Mr. Kain.

Well, Mr. Kain's busy right now.

Mr. Kain, Mr. Jameson, you're under arrest.

Under arrest? On what charge and by whose authority?

Murder?

You can ride back and tell Major Harper that Stevens

and Durand were caught red-handed rustling cattle.

And as for Sheriff Rand, we're tired of you gunslingers deputized

to run errands for Major Harper and to harass peaceful citizens.

We've got our own sheriff in Lincoln now, so get out and stay out.

You're picking a good way to get yourself shot, Mr. Kain.

Resisting arrest.

Who's he?

A boy I just hired, to work at the ranch. He has nothing to do with this.

Better go on out, youngster.

Pretty heavy artillery for a bandy rooster to be carrying around.

Stay where you are. Get them guns, Hagen, before he trips on them and gets hurt.

Let's have them.

I said, let's have 'em. Or do I take them off you?

Nobody takes my guns.

Why, you...

The man said, get. Get!

You'll be hearing about this, Mr. Kain. You too, kid.

What's your name?

Bonney. William Bonney.

Where from?

Texas.

That's a lot of territory, Texas.

Pretty handy with them guns for a boy your age.

I didn't start it. Ask him. They saw what happened. They saw the whole thing.

Easy, Billy.

We all know you had to do what you did in self-defense.

This is only for the record.

The boy's still on edge, Mr. Copeland. I think all of us are.

Roger, I don't like it.

Granted, we owe the young man something,

but I don't like the idea of your taking him out to the ranch and keeping him around.

We can hardly go to the governor

and accuse Harper of hiring professional gunfighters

and then proceed to do the same thing ourselves.

This boy is no gunfighter.

Just the same, as your lawyer, as well as your business partner,

I say give him a few dollars and a horse and send him on his way.

I've got a horse.

I'm sorry, Alex. I promised him a job.

- You're making a mistake. - Por favor, señor Kain...

What do you know about him, except that he spent one night at your house?

I know. I hear from my cousin in Santa Fe.

He's a good boy, el chivito.

El chivito?

In Spanish that is like you say, a little goat, the keed.

Billy, the keed.

- Mr. Kain. - Yes?

Wagons are coming.

Irene.

Now, do what you want.

Morales, run over to the house and say Mrs. Kain is arriving.

Come on, Roger. I want you to meet her.

Oh, my foreman, Billy. Mr. Morgan.

I won't be long.

La señora Kain esta llegando.

Well, what do you know, a grand piano?

Irene!

Here she is, Mr. Kain, and not a scratch on her.

This is a glad day for me, my dear.

You've no idea how anxious I've been for you to arrive.

I had a speech all prepared, Alexander, but it seems to have left me.

There's plenty of time for that.

Maria, Lupita, Margarita, Morales.

This is your mistress, Mrs. Kain.

- Bienvenida. - Servidora.

- Tanto gusto. - Señora.

My dear, Mr. Jameson. Roger, my wife.

- How do you do? - A great pleasure.

Mr. Jameson is the English gentleman I wrote you about.

Oh, yes, the English lord.

Not anymore.

I put all that behind me when I came to America, Mrs. Kain.

Welcome to New Mexico. - Thank you.

Sheriff Copeland.

- Pleased to meet you, ma'am. - Me too.

Morales, let's not stand around.

Be busy.

Start the men unload.

Hey, you there!

Kindly keep your hands off the piano.

My dear, come, I'll show you the house.

I was beginning to think you'll never get here.

How's the family?

Oh, Mother and Father both well.

They send you their love.

Go to the town of Lincoln today, and you can still see where Billy the Kid

carved his name nearly three-quarters of a century ago.

A kid from Texas.

A pawn in the war that had already started for the rich grazing lands of the Southwest.

Well, Billy, we have a long drive ahead of us.

Let's go.

Well, Billy, this is the ranch.

I'll show 'im to the bunkhouse. - No.

I'll have a word with him first.

Come along, youngster.

Sit down, Billy.

Brandy?

No, thanks. Never use the stuff.

Good lad.

Well, Billy, you've been a bit on the run, haven't you?

You needn't tell me what about if you'd rather not.

I was a wild one myself at your age.

India, Canada, Australia.

Many's the night I had to tuck myself away in a muddy ditch.

Seems a long time ago now.

Does your family know where you are, Billy?

No.

Never write to them?

Nope.

Like that, was it?

How long since you ran away from home?

Oh, seven, eight years ago.

What happened?

I killed somebody.

Fight?

A man bad-named my mother, so I killed him.

Where was this?

Colorado. Silver City.

Ever been back?

No, sir.

Eight years ago.

Been on your own ever since, eh?

Is your mother still alive, Billy?

I guess so.

Silver City?

No, Santa Fe.

Your father?

He died in Kansas.

My mother married again.

You needn't tell me any more, lad.

I didn't like him. He was drunk all the time.

Look, Mr. Jameson, why don't you come to the point?

If you've changed your mind about the job, say so.

I haven't changed my mind, nor do I intend to.

But there's one thing.

What?

You're among friends here. I want you to stay.

But I'd like it a lot better if you'd allow me to put those guns away for you.

You don't need them here.

You see that cabinet?

They'll be perfectly safe in there.

Any time you think you need them, they'll be right there.

Thank you, Billy.

Quite a fella the old councilor's got his bride along.

What I wonder is... - What's it to you?

- Well, well, hello, Mrs. Kain. - Hello.

How nice to see you. Alex.

- Roger. - Won't you come in?

That's all.

Beautiful.

Now it's your turn.

Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't think of it, not after that.

- I insist. - No, no, no.

As fond as I am of music, there's a little matter of business I have to take up with Roger.

More trouble?

Not exactly.

I'll have to be gone for about a week.

I've been summoned to a hearing.

Santa Fe.

General Wallace.

Our new territorial governor.

Personally, I welcome such a meeting.

Our hands are clean.

I just want to make sure that we're in accord about any points that might be raised.

You know anything you do is all right with me, Alex.

The way things have been going, the ranch is more yours than mine, I'm afraid.

I'd hardly say that.

Alexander, if you don't mind, I'll leave you men while you talk business.

Of course.

Confidentially, I haven't been at all easy in my mind these past few weeks.

After the last visit we had from Major Harper's bullies...

I doubt that he'd risk a collision with General Wallace.

It isn't like Harper to take a licking lying down.

Oh!

You startled me. - It's all right, ma'am.

I just didn't expect anyone.

I'm real sorry, ma'am.

I'm all right now.

Are you one of Mr. Jameson's men?

Yes, ma'am.

I was just out here listening to you play.

Oh?

That was real nice.

Well, thank you.

I'm Mrs. Alexander Kain.

I know.

I saw you in town today.

When you arrived.

It was all so new, coming to a strange place.

All those people.

I don't think I saw anyone.

Not really.

Have you worked for Mr. Jameson long?

Not very.

I thought... Well, I imagine he'd have men that were older.

They are mostly.

He's nice, isn't he?

Yes, ma'am. Mighty nice.

Once you get used to his way of talking.

I suppose I should go back in.

It's lovely out, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

What do you do for Mr. Jameson?

Ride.

Ride fence.

Doctor sick cows if they got any.

Anything they tell me.

Sounds interesting.

I like it.

I aim to get me a spread of my own someday.

Oh?

You don't get anywhere working for someone else.

No, I don't imagine you do, do you?

No.

I really should go back in.

But it's such a beautiful night.

I guess I've already said that, haven't I?

Yes, ma'am.

Honeysuckle.

Orange tree.

Oh?

It's down by the spring house.

The wind blows it this way.

- For a moment, I thought it was... - No, ma'am.

Orange.

We had a big honeysuckle vine over the back porch at home, in Missouri.

Yes, ma'am?

We have an orange tree in the patio in town.

At least Mr. Kain says it's one.

But I don't believe it blooms.

Maybe it's the wrong kind or something.

Maybe.

Mr. Kain says it's too young yet to bloom.

It's a special variety.

He had it shipped up here all the way from Mexico.

We have a lemon tree, too, and grapes.

Mr. Kain says you can grow anything at all in this climate if you just get water to it.

Mr. Kain experiments with everything.

Did you know he once studied for the ministry?

No, I didn't.

He did.

And then he became a lawyer.

Mr. Kain is a self-made man.

My parents have always respected him tremendously.

He's awfully intelligent.

Practically, everyone in Lincoln comes to him for advice.

Well, it's been very pleasant meeting you, mister...

Irene. What are you doing here?

- Alexander, we were only... This is Mr... - Bonney. William Bonney.

I've already had the pleasure.

Hello, Billy.

You better get your things. It's getting late.

Good night, Mr. Jameson.

Good night, Billy.

A fine bunch of hammerheads you are.

I send four grown men out to do a job,

and only two of them come back, with their tails between their legs.

Who was this kid? You must have found out that much about him.

- I told you... - Nobody knew who he was, Major Harper.

Go and get your supper.

Just looking at you turns a man's stomach.

Seems like your warrants ain't much good anymore, Sheriff.

Well, we got wire cutters, we got men...

Mr. Kain wants to play rough,

we can make life right interesting for him.

General Lou Wallace, appointed Acting Governor by the President of

the United States, had come to Santa Fe with only one instruction.

End the war in Lincoln County, establish peace.

Gentlemen, I wouldn't even pretend to reach a decision now.

Not without a more detailed investigation.

However, I will say this.

Personally, I think you've both been acting foolishly.

Poisoning each other's wells, running off each other's stock.

Can't you see that retaliation will only meet with more retaliation?

Men shot only with more men shot?

No, obviously you can't.

All right, you want a decision.

I'll make my investigation as rapidly as possible.

In the meantime, I must insist that you keep the peace. Is that agreed?

- Suits me. - Delighted.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, Governor.

Señor Jameson, Chivito, Minninger and Denby, many men!

What men?

Señor Harper's men, all followed here. They're in the cantina.

They're drunk. They say they come here make trouble.

Make trouble for who?

Señor Kain, Señor Jameson, Chivito, you go run.

Minninger, he bad man. He kill you like that.

Minninger ain't gonna kill nobody.

What's all this about, O'Fallon?

A bunch of Harper's curly wolves hit town this morning and start pouring red-eye.

Then along the line, this Minninger fella suddenly

recollects a piece of unfinished business, he calls it.

They have warrants.

I know, I know.

Where do you come into this?

Yeah. You've got the Harper brand on your own run from what I hear.

Now, look, boys, I take a dollar here and there, but I don't wear nobody's brand.

They have got this warrant, and they are on their way out here

to serve it and settle the score with the kid at the same time.

Of course, if it ain't worth anything to you.

Just a minute, boys. Billy!

You men go on about your work, I'll handle this.

Thanks, O'Fallon.

Yeah.

You too, Morales.

Gracias, señor.

Yeah, much obliged.

Hey, you making hay, I see. That's dry work.

Makes a man thirsty even thinking about it.

Come on, Morales.

Billy.

I gave Mr. Kain my word there'd be no gunplay while he was away.

Probably nothing more than a tempest in a teapot anyway.

They'll get drunk, shoot out a window or two, and that'll be the end of it.

You've changed, Billy, since we put those guns away.

Let's leave them there, shall we?

That's a good lad.

You know, I shouldn't wonder about what we'll end up making you a model citizen.

It's a queer thing about wearing guns.

A gun draws trouble to you.

We've already had enough trouble for one lifetime, haven't we, Billy?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Jameson, here they come!

It's all right, lad. Stay where you are and leave this to me.

No guns, promise me?

If you say so, sir.

Good lad.

- If they're looking for trouble, Mr. Jameson... - I want you men to keep out of this.

What can I do for you boys?

Where's the kid?

Yeah. Some of us ain't never seen that Texas pistolero.

We'd admire to make his acquaintance.

You don't want him. You're men. He's only a boy.

Of course, if it's me you want...

We want that kid.

Now, wait a minute.

I want no trouble here. This is private property.

You're all trespassing.

Trespassing!

Wonder if they're murdering coyotes?

Somebody ride into town and get a doctor.

They ain't no doctor in Lincoln. They ain't no doctor for a hundred miles.

Help me get him inside the house.

Which one did it?

It was quite a few of them. You couldn't rightly see.

I want the name of every man who was out there.

Who were they?

Well, it was Minninger.

And Denby.

And Lucas and Costa.

And Big Nose and Levering. And Dan Gill.

We've got him.

Then said Martha unto Jesus,

Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.

But I know that even now, whatsoever thou wilt ask of God,

God will giveth thee.

Jesus saith unto her, thy brother shall rise again.

Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall rise again.

At the resurrection, at the last days.

Jesus saith unto her, I am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.

He was the only man that ever treated me like I was good enough to shake hands with.

He took me in when I was on the run, and...

when they tried to put me on the run again, he said no.

Nobody else ever gave me that much.

I didn't realize you thought that much of Mr. Jameson.

I'll get every man that had a hand in this killing,

if it's the last thing I ever do.

I was just wondering.

I'll be taking over the ranch.

If you've no other plans, you might stay here and work for me, if you'd like.

I thought you didn't want me around.

I'm sure we'll get along. Come on.

Now, you know what we want. You've all been sworn in.

Mr. Morgan, since you were Mr. Jameson's foreman,

I'll make you the head of the posse.

Boys, you all know that Mr. Jameson was like a brother to me.

Even so, I'm opposed to this.

However, since you've already made up your minds,

I realize it would be futile to attempt to stand in your way.

Therefore, I have this to say.

Remember, this is not a raiding party.

We want the men who committed this crime brought into trial.

However, we want no uncalled for violence.

You leave it to us, Councillor.

It's three o'clock.

It'll be daylight by the time you get to the Mescalero.

Mr. Kain, I didn't know you felt that way about it.

I wish you'd have said something.

Copeland, you worry too much. Good night.

Good night.

They've gone?

Yes.

But I thought you didn't want them to...

I know. I tried to stop them, but they refused to listen.

You shouldn't be worrying about these things. Go back to sleep.

Mr. Kain.

I'll check these later.

What's this I hear about you people organizing a posse?

I thought you gave General Wallace to understand you'd keep the peace.

Me keep the peace?

What about Major Harper?

Does he call sending those gunslingers over to murder Mr. Jameson, keeping the peace?

Major Harper was in Santa Fe at the time. You know that. You were there yourself.

Anyway, two wrongs don't make a right, and we made a complete report of the matter to Santa Fe.

Yes, I can imagine what kind of a report that was.

Now, just a minute, Mr. Kain.

Major Harper's willing to call a truce if you are.

You lay off your gunslingers, and he'll lay off his.

It so happens that I don't employ gunslingers.

Oh, no? What about that kid Jameson had working for him?

What would you call him?

That boy?

Boy...

Suppose I told you there were a half a dozen warrants out for his arrest right now.

One for killing a man up in Silver City, Colorado, eight years ago with a knife.

Another for killing four Chiricahua Indians.

Eight years ago? Well, that's ridiculous.

That boy couldn't have been more than 12 years old.

You don't judge a rattlesnake by his age.

He's a rattler, whether he's got one rattler or a dozen.

If we're going, let's go.

We better spread out.

Matt, you and Sid take the back door.

You were there. And you... You too.

Where's the rest of them?

Saw some of the boys, Big Nose and Sam... They're up to number seven. They...

Anybody mind telling us what this is all about?

No, Billy. You.

Go saddle up their horses.

You bet.

Get their guns, O'Fallon. The rest of you know where number seven is.

O'Fallon and I'll bring them in.

I'm riding with you.

All right.

But we're bringing them in the way we said we would.

All in one piece.

All right, let them drink.

Hold on, son. Don't point that thing at me.

You're looking at a friend.

You had a gun, why didn't you use it?

Use it? Well, everything happened so quick that...

Now look, my old man always said I was bound to be hung for horse thieving.

You wouldn't want to make a liar out of my old man now, would you?

Say, that was some shooting.

All right, help me round up those horses.

Oh, sure, sure.

They're probably pick a good price, too, down in Texas.

I kind of miss Texas.

I'm not taking them to Texas, I'm taking them to town.

Oye. Oye.

Vete de aqui.

Por favor hombre, vete para casa.

Señor Kain!

Salga pronto.

What have you done? Have you gone mad? What happened?

They tried to make a getaway, so I shot them.

What about Morgan?

Oh, Menninger got him.

We picked up three of them.

Menninger and these two.

The way back, we stopped by Adobe Creek.

Menninger got Morgan's gun, and they made a break.

Oh, you should've seen it, Mr. Kain.

All three of them was headed for the timber, like they's running from the epizooty.

And the kid, he ups with his Winchester and wham, wham.

He'd've got Menninger, too, if...

In other words, you shot two unarmed men in the back.

I call that cold-blooded murder.

Now, wait a minute.

Mr. Kain, this is going to sound just fine up in Santa Fe.

I had nothing to do with it.

I never ordered anybody killed.

I placed myself on record last night against bloodshed.

You murdering little fool.

So, you're finally coming to your senses.

All right, Bonney, this was your party. You come with me.

Oh, no, you don't.

Is this a posse that went out, or was it?

Well, uh...

Well, you swore us in.

Yes, I did.

What's all the fuss about?

- I told you to... - Alexander?

Yes?

If they were all sworn in, you can't allow him to be

arrested for doing only what he thought was right.

That's right. The kid already done his duty, Mr. Kain.

All right. All right.

The boy was deputized. - You mean you're standing up for him?

I'm not standing up for anybody.

This has to be investigated.

The entire matter will be reported immediately to General Wallace at Santa Fe,

supported by sworn affidavits.

Meanwhile, the boy will remain here in my custody.

Well, you're finally out in the open with it,

buying this crazy gun killer right out here in public.

I hope you're happy with him, that's all.

♪ It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing ♪

♪ Once in the saddle I used to go gay ♪

♪ First to the dram house ♪ ♪ and then to the card house ♪

♪ Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today. ♪

Oh, boy.

We should put them things away, Billy.

Guns make me nervous.

Besides them two-bit tarantulas, it's probably clear on up to Oregon by now.

Ay, pero viste que joven es.

Aquel no es para ti.

Con cada hombre que viene es lo mismo, debia casarse.

Trouble with you, Billy, is you got a one-track mind.

Now, if I was your age, there's a couple of little tortillas there just a-pining away for you.

Buenos dias, señoritas.

♪ So beat the drums slowly ♪ ♪ and play the five lowly ♪

♪ and play the dead march ♪ ♪ as you carry me along. ♪

Chivito, señor O'Fallon!

Señor Kain say to come to El Estor right away.

What does he think we are, burros?

Do this, do that, go here...

I ain't cut out for this steady work. I'm delicate.

Good afternoon, O'Fallon.

Good afternoon. - Afternoon, ma'am.

Thank you for pruning my orange tree. Maybe it'll bloom now.

- Maybe. - Well, my dear, ready to go?

Whenever you are.

Several cases of dry goods just came in. You can open them up.

Morales, if anyone asks for me, Mrs. Kain and I are driving out to the ranch.

Si, señor.

It's Sid Curtis.

He's hurt pretty bad, Mr. Kain.

Irene, we'll take him into the house. Get Maria.

We'll put him on the couch in my study.

Morales, O'Fallon, get him out.

Take it easy, will you?

Attention out.

What happened?

We was riding fence. Jim Bowers was with us.

We come to a cut where three or four hundred steers'd been run off.

We trailed the sign over to Major Harper's spread.

- Major Harper? - Of course.

Who else? I guess they must've been expectin' us.

We run into nearly a dozen men. Oh, Minninger's back.

They opened up on us with rifles.

All we had was our side guns.

They killed Jim.

I didn't know Matt was hit until...

You've got to do something about my brother, Mr. Kain.

Don't worry, we will.

Four hundred, eh?

Billy, take Sid, go out to the ranch and join the others.

Take Morales and O'Fallon with you.

I want every steer back.

Every one.

If anyone tries to stand in your way, you have my authorization to shoot on sight.

Yes, sir.

Take plenty of ammunition.

Stop at the store and get whatever you need. - Right.

Mr. Kain, I...

Don't you think you ought to take it a little slow, counselor?

We know this is your private squabble, but...

Are you suggesting I stand idly by and see my men ambushed?

My property destroyed?

No, but this is just like declaring war.

I'm aware of that.

Major Harper wants war. He'll get war.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

But Alexander, what about the men?

I know they're working for you, but do you think it's fair to...

My men are just as tired of this whole situation as I am.

They feel it it's time to act, not talk.

- Where'd you get that old blowpipe? - Your cousin?

My cousin, Si.

She calls herself Panchita.

The gun or your cousin?

La scopieta.

My cousin calls himself Esteban.

Here.

Thanks. Just what I wanted.

Como.

Yes, ma'am?

I had to talk to you.

Please don't go out there.

This fight between Mr. Kain and Major Harper,

you're only getting mixed up in something that has nothing to do with you.

Something you don't even understand.

Yes, ma'am?

It isn't your fight.

Leave town. Go away, anywhere but leave.

Leave before you get into more trouble.

Before you're hurt or get killed.

Irene.

I didn't know you needed anything from the store.

The men are waiting. You ready, Billy?

Yes, sir.

He's resting a little easier.

Silence is a virtue, my dear.

But it can also be carried too far.

I gather you do not approve of what I'm doing.

I was brought up to believe I must respect my husband.

Never doubt him.

Am I to assume from this that you do not respect me?

And that you do doubt me?

When you send men out to risk their lives over a few head of cattle,

yes, I do doubt you.

Were your cattle more important to you than the lives of your men?

All you're interested in is the safety of your property.

I think it's shameful of you to take advantage of a boy like that.

To use him.

A boy of my own age.

Alexander, I...

A boy of your own age.

I see.

Maybe it was a mistake to bring you out here so soon,

before the territory is settled in at peace.

Then send me home.

No.

Doing that would make our marriage appear as a failure,

and it is not going to be a failure.

- In other words, I'm your property and... - You are my wife.

And God hath joined, let no man put asunder.

Please send me home.

A man needs his wife with him at his side

to give him strength and encouragement, to love and comfort him.

Let me go.

Let me go!

I can't stand have you near me!

If Jameson was still running the place, it might be different.

But we don't get paid enough to run around getting shot at for Mr. Alexander Kain.

No, sir. Are you still belly aching?

We're getting back what they stole. You're coming along.

I ain't taking no orders from no snot-nose Texas kid.

Get on your horse.

Now get off the place and stay off.

Come on, giddup!

Anymore of you wanna quit?

Well, boys, better come on before you get the kid mad.

Them don't look like any of our cattle.

Fair exchange is no robbery.

It ain't hardly worth bothering with that many.

I don't count no more than about 40 head.

You men wait here. I'll be right back.

Sure is quiet around here.

Yes, sir. Sure is quiet around here.

Señor, I am coward like you.

But until El Chivito goes home, I do not go home.

And if you try to go home, I will put a very large hole in your head.

This is a promise.

I sure wish I was back in Texas.

Doggone these people you meet around here.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah, you're kind of far away from home, ain't you, sonny?

You know, we don't take kindly to strangers walk in

other houses without being invited around here.

Stay right where you are, Bonney.

Keep your hands away from them guns.

Gun gangs riding up and down the county,

innocent citizens unable to go out for fear of being shot.

And you bring me affidavits.

Gentlemen, I was sent out here to establish law and order in Lincoln County,

and I'll have it if I have to call in the United States troops.

I am not responsible.

And who is? Who hired that murdering kid?

And don't say he ain't yours. You bought him, remember?

General Wallace, suppose I tell you...

Suppose I tell you!

In my opinion, you're equally guilty, all of you.

But we can settle one thing.

Mr. Rand, Mr. Copeland, you're both out of office.

Starting today, the sheriff of Lincoln County is Mr. Pat Garrett.

Well, I've always been a peaceable man.

And I too.

Well, now perhaps we can get somewhere.

I'll start with you, Major Hopper.

Are you willing to call it quits and get rid of those gun fighters of yours?

That means right now.

I am if Mr. Kain is.

I've already put my ranch hands back to work.

Well, what about this boy, this... Billy?

Billy the Kid is no responsibility of mine.

He disobeyed my orders.

I never wanted bloodshed.

Mr. Copeland will verify that.

Well, where is he? There are several warrants out for him.

I was told you undertook his custody.

In a manner of speaking, I suppose I did.

But he never came back after the last time.

It's a good thing. He didn't have to kill in three of my men.

I don't know where he is.

He's around.

If that's an insinuation in my direction, Major Harper...

That's enough, Mr. Kain.

I haven't seen Billy since the night he rode away from my place two weeks ago.

But as an evidence of my good faith,

I would be willing to contribute toward a reward.

It's not my intention to turn this boy into a desperado.

We've just ended one wave of bloodshed.

Let's not start another by putting a price on his head.

Billy the Kid already has a following of sorts, and...

to make him a fugitive might be the worst thing we could do.

And now, in the spring of 1880, occurred one of the strangest events in history.

General Lou Wallace, the governor of the territory,

and a general of the United States Army,

riding 60 miles into the mountains to keep a rendezvous with Billy the Kid.

Joe William Bonny.

Yes, sir.

For a moment, I was afraid you had decided not to come.

No, sir.

Billy, the Lincoln County war is over.

I've offered full pardon to all the men on both sides

to put down the guns and return to their homes.

Now I'm making the same offer to you.

I can't, sir.

Why not?

I can't.

You realize what this decision means?

You know Pat Garrett?

Yes, sir.

He's a dogged man, Billy.

Also, there'll be a reward out for you.

Ten thousand dollars, dead or alive.

You'll be all alone.

I expected that, sir.

Everywhere you go, day and night, you'll be hunted.

Every man you meet will be tempted to turn you in for the reward.

That's not much of a life, especially for one as young as you are.

I don't understand you.

Why did you come to meet me?

You sent for me, sir.

Is there nothing I can do or say to persuade you to put those guns down?

Even to leave the territory and go somewhere else and make a start?

No, sir, General.

Well, I wish I could say good luck.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

Anybody that fits that description been through here the past few days?

You see that? Ten thousand dollars.

One new shoe, fifty cents.

¿Qué te pasó?

Chivito...

¿Vamos para dentro?

Chivito.

Maybe better we go to Mexico, no?

Yeah. Why don't we hide there across the border, Kid?

You two ain't hog-tied if you wanna leave.

Oh, no, it didn't mean that way.

Two of them left, gentlemen.

They'll keep.

Anyway, maybe somebody else will put a bullet to their ornery hides.

Save you the trouble.

I'll tell you what we do.

We go south.

Then along the way, maybe we run across some cattle that don't belong to nobody.

Hey, Kid!

We know you're in there.

We got you two to one.

You might as well come out.

Tell you what, come out with your hands up.

You won't get hurt.

We'll take you to town. You'll get a fair trial.

Why don't you come in and get me?

It'll be a pleasure.

Is it bad, Sid?

Leg.

Hey, Kid! You hear me in there?

Yeah, I hear you.

You had enough?

The proposition's still open if you want to take it.

Don't pay any attention to them. I'll be all right.

In the morning I'll be okay.

Your leg's busted.

Hey, Minninger.

Yeah?

They're coming out.

Now you're using your head.

Chivito, por favor.

Shut up.

Chivito!

Ayuda, man.

Get that back window.

I'll take the front.

Don't forget, he'll bring as much dead as alive.

April 18, 1881.

Tried and convicted of murder,

after exonerating his two companions,

Billy the Kid was now awaiting execution by hanging on May 13th.

Back nine on the red ten.

Huh?

On the red ten.

Howdy, Bart.

You here again?

Yeah, just dropped around to see how our little jailbird's getting along.

You keeping them chains good and tight?

Only a few more days, eh, kid?

Where'd you get my guns?

What do you care? You ain't gonna need them where you're going.

They look good on a man, don't they?

Yeah, it's gonna be a happy day for me when they hang you, kid.

$10,000. Reward.

Too bad I didn't get you first.

Ain't it, though?

Well, you can't have everything.

Oh, I got news for you.

Just found out who put up most of the reward.

Mr. Alexander Kain.

- Oh, I don't believe you. - It's a fact.

Ain't it, Bart?

Yeah.

Kind of peculiar, don't you think?

A man you used to ride for, putting up bounty money that way?

Kind of looks like he wanted to take you out of circulation.

Couldn't be you was shining up to that young wife of his?

Or could it now?

- No, it couldn't. - It struck a spark, eh?

Real tough hombre.

And a ladies' man, too.

Enough of that.

This is a real hard customer.

You better keep an eye on him.

Be around to see his swing, Kid.

Don't you get tired cheating nobody but yourself?

Shove the table over here and I'll play you some stud.

What are you buying with?

You got my saddle yesterday.

That was yesterday.

My credit good?

No credit.

All right.

Twenty dollars against my spurs and boots.

All right.

Each match is a dollar.

Safe with me.

Cut.

I expect three.

Three.

Pair of tens, that's five.

Call.

Three tens.

Let's keep it in round numbers.

Ten.

Seven...

Ten.

- Sorry. - That's all right.

I got nothing against you except I saw where you got that last ten.

Now, come on, open up and don't be all day about it.

One more or less right now don't mean nothing to me.

Take the cuffs off.

Now these.

Minninger!

♪ It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing ♪

♪ Once in the saddle I used to go gay ♪

♪ First to the dram house and then to the card house ♪

♪ Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today. ♪

♪ Let's six jolly cowboys come carry my coffin. ♪

♪ Let six pretty maidens come bear up my pall ♪

♪ Put branches of roses over my coffin ♪

♪ Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall ♪

Hey, Chivito!

Yeah, what are you doing here?

We look for you.

What for?

We come to help you.

Sure, look.

Coffee, sugar, flour, shells.

Frying pan.

We figured you left in kind of a hurry.

Oh, señor Kain, he's a rich man.

So I helped myself from the store.

The way you say darn next.

I guess we just naturally like fresh air.

How's the leg?

Keeps me from scraping the ground.

That's all I ever did before.

All over New Mexico the country swarmed with posses.

From the Pecos to the Rio Grande.

From Santa Fe south to the San Andreas peaks.

Grim men were in the saddle in one of the biggest manhunts in the history of the west.

But Billy the Kid was still at large.

As the weeks passed and as his reputation spread,

he even managed to attract a handful of followers.

But the sands were running low.

His trail was picked up one morning less than 20 miles from Lincoln

by a posse of ranch hands out after the $10,000 reward.

What are you doing here?

We'll take a thousand rounds of 30-30 and two thousand 45s.

I'm not outfitting bandits.

Bandits, he calls us, and we used to work here.

I always knew no good would come in taking a job or work.

Chivito!

Estan a llegar.

Hurry, por favor!

This ain't gonna be so good, Kid. All them windows.

I've got a place all picked out.

Alexander, what is it?

Oh, these hoodlums.

There's a posse out.

You two get upstairs.

I'll not have my house made into a battleground for outlaws.

You'd better leave, ma'am. You and the other ladies.

Leave for you?

It'd be a lot safer. I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

Perhaps we'd better, Alexander.

Not him. He stays with us.

What is this, a kidnapping?

No. We might want to swap you for head start out of town if this keeps up a while.

I wish you'd leave, ma'am.

My place is here with my husband.

All right. Have it your own way.

You're nothing but a savage.

Everything Mr. Kain always said you were.

Chivito!

The candle once more.

- Gracias. - Anytime.

Hold power. How many do you count?

Twenty, thirty maybe. More coming all the time.

Murdering hoodlum.

Maria, go out in the kitchen and prepare some food.

Si, señora.

Lots of food.

You're not thinking of feeding them?

Do as you're told, Maria.

Oh, it's nada.

You in the house there!

Bonney, I wanna parlay.

This is Pat Garret.

You've women in there, haven't you?

Yes, sir, Mrs. Kain and the help.

You're mistaken if you think you can save yourself by holding those people as hostages.

We're coming in after you, Bonney.

Come ahead.

What about the women and Mr. Kain?

Women can go. He's staying.

Why?

He likes the excitement.

Besides, we kind of figured he started all of this.

Wait a minute.

You ladies better leave.

You heard what he said, Mrs. Kain.

Better go.

No.

Mrs. Kain doesn't leave unless I do.

Nobody does.

Why don't I just plug the old goat?

You murdering hoodlums.

Oh, you're wrong about me.

I never did any harm to you.

When Mr. Jameson died, I took you in.

Don't you remember?

I gave you a job and a place to stay.

You had me do your killing.

When you got through with me, you put a price on my head.

I don't believe it.

Why don't you ask him?

You couldn't have.

Of course I didn't.

All right, I did.

I contributed like everybody else, I was forced to.

If I hadn't, the others would've thought... - Are they coming out?

They're coming.

They're waiting for you, ma'am.

No.

Irene.

Sorry, ma'am.

Why did you come here?

Why didn't you leave when I asked you to?

Why?

You'd better go, ma'am.

Fire will bring them out.

No use, Kid.

A man always knows who gets the one with his number on it.

That was it.

Fantasy or fantasy?

All is a fantasy.

Outside!

Outside?

We're going out and you're going ahead of us.

My house.

My wife.

My life.

Everything in ruins.

Everything.

And you're to blame, you savage.

We're going out.

July 14, 1881.

With the close of the Battle of Lincoln,

Billy the Kid's killings had now reached a total of 21.

After six weeks, his whereabouts were still unknown.

There's Mrs. Kain.

I'll be right out, Mr. Hale.

Thank you.

Do you recognize this knife?

Lewis picked it up in the chaperal yesterday when he was moving his sheep.

It's the Kid's all right.

What gets me is, with nothing but country any way he wants to ride,

why don't he clear out?

If I could answer that, I...

Excuse me.

I wanted to say goodbye, and thank you for everything.

Sorry to see you leave, Mrs. Kain.

I'm sorry too, but...

I know how you feel.

Your home is in Missouri, isn't it?

- If there's anything I can do... - Oh, no, thank you.

Mr. Hale has promised to look after things for me.

He's driving us as far as Fort Sumner.

Mrs. Kain, has Billy ever made any attempt to get in touch with you since...

Why, no!

I was only curious. I was sure you'd have told me if you had.

Naturally I would.

You were kind to him, weren't you?

Yes, or I've tried to be.

He seems so strange, so alone and friendless.

Somehow I have the feeling that if Mr. Jameson hadn't been killed...

He worshipped Mr. Jameson.

So I've been told.

There's nothing to be done for him, is there?

No, I'm afraid not.

Mr. Hale's waiting. I guess I'd better go.

Goodbye, Mrs. Hale.

Goodbye, dear.

You've been very kind.

Goodbye, Lupita.

Felicidades.

Maria.

Margarita.

Que Dios la biendiga.

Buen viaje.

Stopping over at Maxwell's?

I reckon we would, seeing it's about the only place.

You'll like Mrs. Maxwell, ma'am.

Keeps a nice house.

Giddup.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Kain. - Bye.

Saddle up a horse, George.

You're going out alone?

It's just a hunch. I'm riding out to the Maxwells.

Don't move, Billy. This is Pat Garrett.

With 21 notches on his guns, Billy the Kid was just 21 years,

four months, and five days old on the day he died.

Historians have called him a bandit, ballad makers a Robin Hood,

but after 70 years, the fairest verdict was probably that of the humble

Mexicans who buried him, who called him simply El Chivito, the Kid,

and left his final judgment to God.