|A painting of Billy the Kid, Dick Brewer, and the Regulators by Andy Thomas depicts Bonney in the outfit he wore in the only totally confirmed tintype image of him.|
Note—The tale of Billy the Kids career grew like Topsy and will be told in two entries, stretching series to four posts.
A cradle Gaelic speaker, the real Billy the Kid spoke English with a decided New York slum accent—imagine a Bowery Boy on a horse. Once in New Mexico he quickly learned Spanish and soon spoke in the local dialect almost like a native. Unlike many Gringo adventurers he held the Mexican community in high regard, made many close friendships, romanced the senoritas—and may have left a son born after his death by one of them. That community returned the affection and often offered him protection when he was on the run from rival gunmen or the law.
In fact he was said to be unfailingly polite, soft spoken, noted for seldom cursing in a country where every second word was often a profanity. Of course he was also a remorseless killer.
Henry McCarty was born on or around September 17, 1859 to Irish immigrants Patrick and Catherine McCarty in New York City and suitably baptized at the historic Church of St. Peter in Southern Manhattan. After Patrick died the family moved to Indianapolis where Catherine met and took up with William Henry Harrison Antrim, an American of Scotch-Irish lineage. The family moved with him to Witchita, Kansas in 1870 and on to Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1873 where his mother married Antrim in a Presbyterian service. It is unclear if they ever had a legal civil marriage before that. About that time the boy began using the name Henry Antrim—the first of several monikers which have confused his identity over the years.
The following year his mother died leaving him as an orphan to shift for himself. He put up at a local boarding house in exchange for doing chores but was apparently so poorly fed he was arrested for stealing food. Released from that petty offense, he and a pal knocked over a Chinese laundry ten days later and made away with clothing and a pistol—likely the first firearm he ever had. He was quickly caught and jailed but managed to escape. An item on the escape in the local paper was the first press notice he ever got. He found his stepfather, who had left Santa Fe, and stayed with him for a short while until the two quarreled and he ran away taking Atrim’s clothes and gun.
Henry was soon in southern Arizona where like many homeless lads he took up cowboying. After learning the necessary skills, he fell in with former Cavalryman and horse thief, John R. Mackie and the pair began stealing horses on and around Camp Grant. Still too young to raise a beard and not yet full grown, the boy got to be called Kid Atrim by his confederates and those to whom he sold his stock.
With money in his pocket now to spend, he took to hanging out at saloons. Not a heavy drinker, he spent his time gambling with the usual mixed results. On August 17, 1877 found himself being bullied by a hulking blacksmith named Francis “Windy” Cahill in an establishment at Bonita near Camp Grant. In a tussle the two fell to the floor with the larger man on top of Henry as they wrestled for his pistol. The Kid got it first and shot Cahill who died of his wounds two days later. It was the boy’s first known kill. Everyone agreed it was self-defense but a local Justice of the Peace arrested him for trial by Territorial authorities. He was held, briefly, in the Camp Grant stockade but once again managed to escape on a stolen horse.
He headed across the rugged, mountainous dessert country hoping to get to New Mexico. But he rode into Apache territory where he was stopped, relieved of his horse, stripped of his boots and weapons and set free to walk to safety if he could survive. He barely did. After days in the wilderness suffering hunger and thirst, his bare feet bloody stumps he stumbled into the remote ranch of John Jones in the Pecos Valley near Ft. Stanton. Jones was a member of the Seven Rivers Warriors, a gang of horse thieves working both sides of the border. Jones’s wife Barbara tenderly nursed him back to health. For which he was eternally grateful. When he recovered sufficiently he slept on the ranch house roof to keep watch against Apaches who were raiding in the area. He loved the family and his attachment even continued when John Jones ended up on the other side of the Lincoln County War. Jones’s murder at the hands of a fellow gang member would be bloodily avenged by the Kid in yet another escape.
When he recovered his health The Kid made his way to an abandoned Cavalry post, Apache Tejo where he joined a large and well organized group of rustlers preying mostly on the vast herds owned by John Chisum in Lincoln County. Chisum was not a man to be crossed. After Kid Atrim was recognized and his name associated with the gang in a newspaper in Silver City, he drifted away from that gang and began using the name William H. Bonney to throw off his enemies. Kid Atrim was on his way to becoming Billy the Kid.
|English born rancher and businessman John Henry Tunstall became young William H. Bonney's employer and surrogate father figure.|
Back in Lincoln County, Billy hooked on with English born rancher and merchant John Henry Tunstall who on multiple fronts was challenging a trio of Irish businessmen ranchers—Lawrence Murphy, James Dolan, and John Riley—who had dominated the County economically and via a political machine for ten years.
|James Dolan and Lawrence Murphy, to of the triumverant of Irish ranchers and businessmen who largely controled Lincoln County.|
Tunstall was assembling a number of tough young cowboys and adventurers known to be handy with their guns and fists as a defense from the large number of hands his rivals could muster and the corrupt sheriff, William J. Brady who they controlled. Tunstall apparently took a special shine to William Bonney and treated him with not only kindness, but respect. Billy, always intensely loyal to those who gave him a hand quickly grew to love Tunstall who he came to regard as a father figure.
|Alexander McSween took over after Tunstall's murder.|
Tunstall had a partner, lawyer Alexander McSween, who was also a close associate of John Chisum. So just a few months after Kid Atrim was raiding his herds, the powerful Chisum became a de facto ally of Tunstall and while not an active participant in the feud the cattle magnate offered quiet support and sometimes safe haven for Tunstall followers. It is unclear if he ever knew that Kid Kid Atrim and Billy the Kid were the same person, but a man like Chisum tended to know everything he needed to know and then some.
What had been a political feud, a few dust ups between the hands on either side on the range and in the saloons, and maybe a few long lariats tossed over the wrong steers, took a far deadlier turn when James Dolan claimed that McSween owed him $8,000 but convinced a corrupt judge to order the attachment of $40,000 of Tunstall’s livestock and property to secure it. As Tunstall got word that Sheriff Brady and a posse was ready to move he sent his most trusted hand—Billy—to hide eight prize horses on the ranch where they could not be found. Meanwhile he rode out to personally intercept the Sheriff.
On February 18, 1878 Tunstall and the posse found each other. One of Brady’s men shot him in the chest, knocking him wounded to the ground. Another walked over the prostrate man and executed him with a bullet to the head.
When he heard the news, Billy was inconsolable and vowed revenge. But he did not immediately act. On the advice of McSween, a lawyer, Bonney and his close friend Dick Brewster swore affidavits against Brady and his posse for murder and obtained warrants for their arrest from Lincoln County Justice of the Peace John B. Wilson. On February 20 the pair and others attempted to arrest Brady but instead were surprised and themselves arrested by the posse.
Deputy Federal Marshal Robert A. Widenmann, a friend of Tunstall and Bonney, accompanied by troopers from Ft. Stanton, arrested the jail guards and freed the prisoners. Billy and Brewster organized other Tunstall employees and friends at that time into the Regulators who considered themselves legitimate lawmen enforcing a legal order. Some of them, including Bonney, apparently even obtained Territorial bailiff badges.
On March 9 Billy and the Regulators nabbed Frank Baker and William Morton, the men accused of firing the shots that wounded and killed Tunstall. The Regulators claimed that the two men were then shot and “killed while trying to escape.”
On April 1 Sheriff Brady and his men were ambushed by the Regulators firing from behind an adobe wall in Lincoln. The Sheriff and Deputy George Hindman were killed—the Sheriff was punctured by a dozen bullets—and Bonney was wounded in the thigh.
Three days later on April 4 the Regulators led by Brewster and Bonney were in Blazers Mill between Lincoln and Tularosa looking for other members of the posse. They encountered Andrew “Buckshot” Roberts a former buffalo hunter and a rancher allied with the Doolan/Murphy faction. He had not been a member of the posse and seeing how things were playing out was trying to sell his stock and ranch and leave the Territory. When the Regulators attempted to arrest him, he opened fire with a Winchester rifle. In a quick, chaotic gun fight Roberts was badly wounded in the stomach but managed to wound four Regulators including Charlie Bowdre. When he emptied his rifle, Bonney rushed him with the intention of finishing him off, but the tough old hunter managed to knock the Kid senseless with his empty weapon. Buckshot retreated into a mill building where he found a single shot Springfield 1865 Army rifle, a weapon of choice of old buffalo hunters. Despite his grievous wound from behind the thick walls of the adobe building Roberts was able to pick off his attackers. When Dick Brewer was shot through the eye and killed, the stunned Regulators broke off the attack and fled. Roberts died two days later of his wound.
|Dick Brewer, co-leader with Billy the Kid of the Regulators until he was killed by Shotgun Roberts.|
It was the first major setback to the Regulators and with Brewer’s death Bonney became the clear leader of the riders now loyal to McSween. A county warrant was sworn out for Bonney and two others for the murder of Sheriff Brady, but the Regulators now controlled Lincoln where their numbers swelled to as many as sixty.
Newly appointed Sheriff George Peppin enlisted members of two rustler gangs, including the Jesse Evans Gang and began attacking Regulators he found outside of Lincoln. Regulators Frank McNabb and Ab Saunders were seriously wounded during the gunfight at the Tunstall’s old Fritz Ranch. On July 14 Peppin felt confident enough to open a siege of the Regulators who were hold up in several Lincoln buildings including McSween’s home. On the 16th Charles Crawford a posse sharpshooter assigned to pick off men in a saloon, was killed by a better sniper, Regulator Fernando Herrera. A tense stand-off continued for three more days.
On July 19 Deputy Sheriff Jack Long and posse member Buck Powell managed to set McSween’s home on fire with the lawyer, Bonney, and several others inside. The defenders erupted with gunfire and they kept up until fire consumed all but one room of the house. In the scramble to escape the burning building McSween was shot and killed by Robert W. Beckwith, who was then shot and killed by Bonney.
On the run, Bonney and three other Regulators along with some Mexican freinds were on the Mescalero Apache Agency on August 5 intent on steeling horses. While Bonney and the Regulators stopped to water their own horses three of the Mexicans including former constable Atanacino Martinez riding ahead were seen and attacked by tribal members who figured out what they were up to. The gunfight attracted the attention of agency bookkeeper Morris Bernstein rode out and exchanged fire with Martinez who killed him. Meanwhile Bonney and others at the watering hole came under attack and in the confusion he lost his horse. George Coe hoisted the Kid behind him on his mount and the two of them rode around the other gun fight and raided the Agency coral making off with a fresh mount for Billy and most of the rest of the stock. The Regulators and Mexicans scattered.
Bonney and the other three Regulators were indicted for Bernstein’s murder even though Martinez turned himself in and made a full, detailed confession alleging that he shot only in self-defense. Authorities backed by the Dolan/Murphy faction were not interested in a Mexican renegade—they were out for the Regulators and particularly Bonney and knew that the murder of an Agency employee would mean the Federal Marshall and Army troopers would be on their case.
The boys high tailed it to Fort Sumner, the abandon Cavalry post that was now a Mexican village, which became their refuge for the next months. Relatively safe from the Sherriff’s posse pursuing them, they drank and gambled in the local cantinas and romanced the señoritas. It was a welcome respite and it was during this time that the only absolutely authenticated tintypes of Billy the Kid were taken. But during this time the Regulators began to break up. The Coe cousins and Fred Waite left the group. More marginal members melted away.
After a brief foray back to Lincoln to test the waters Bonney and his remaining compadres rustled horses of the Fitz ranch and drove them to the Texas Panhandle town of Tascosa where he sold them for good hard money which financed another period of wild nights. Despite being known to be wanted in New Mexico, he was apparently welcome in Texas. The Kid even took time to compete in local shooting matches and horse races.
Meanwhile U.S. Marshal John Sherman was frustrated in his search for the Regulators. On October 5 he reported to newly appointed Territorial Governor Lew Wallace that he had warrants for several men involved in the Lincoln County War including “William H. Antrim, alias Kid, alias Bonny” but was unable to execute them “owing to the disturbed condition of affairs in that county, resulting from the acts of a desperate class of men,”
|A few years after his term as New Mexico governor, General Lew Wallace made the cover of Harper's Weekly when his novel Ben Hur became a sensation.|
Wallace was a lawyer and a distinguished Civil War Major General now best remembered as the author of Ben Hur: A Tale of the Christ which he completed during his occupancy of the Governor’s Palace in Santa Fe. After considering Sherman’s report Wallace declared a general amnesty to participants on both sides of the Lincoln County War since the murder of John Tunstall. But he excluded those, like Bonney, who had been convicted or indicted for a violent crime.
The offer precipitated the final break-up of the Regulators with many returning to Lincoln County and others leaving the territory. Although Bonney had been excluded, he had hopes that things had cooled down and that he might succeed in getting the pardon extended to him. He dared return to Lincoln to see what might develop.
He had some reason to hope. Parties on both sides were tiring of watching their backs. On February 19, 1879 surviving members of both sides met in Lincoln, including Sheriff George Kimball, the latest in a string of men to hold that precarious office, met to parlay for peace. Jesse Evans, the former rustler gang leader almost ended things before they began when he reached for his gun to shoot Bonney on the spot but was restrained by his friends. Both sides agreed to stop shooting each other or friends or allies and to refuse to testify against each other at any trials. To seal the deal everyone went drinking together in a round-robin of local saloons—everyone but Sheriff Kimball who slipped away to go to Ft. Stanton for troops to assist in arresting the Kid.
It will come as no surprise that bitter enemies drinking together was bound to turn out poorly. With everyone well in their cups they encountered Alexander McSween’s widdow’s lawyer Huston Chapman who was pursuing an indictment against the men who killed her husband. James Dolan, leader of the Dolan/Murphy faction and the principle target of Chapman’s efforts, and a gaggle of his men accosted the lawyer and tried to taunt him into action. One drew and fired at his feet. Bonney and his pal Tom O’Folliard tried to get away from the scene but were held by Jesse Evans at gunpoint and forced to watch while Dolan and Bill Campbell both shot Chapman and then lit his body on fire with kerosene where it lay in the middle of the street. In the confusion that followed Bonney and O’Folliard slipped away on horseback before the Sheriff arrived to arrest him.
The senseless brutality of the Chapman murder outraged Gov. Wallace. On March 13 Bonney sent a note to the Governor offering to testify against Campbell’s killers in exchange for having the indictments against him vacated which would make him eligible for the amnesty. Wallace replied, “I have authority to exempt you from prosecution if you will testify to what you say you know…If you could trust Jesse Evans, you can trust me.”
Two days later Bonney slipped into the Governor’s office for a three hour meeting. In exchange for his testimony Wallace promised, “A pardon in your pocket for all of your misdeeds.” Two days later he and O’Folliard surrendered to Sheriff Kimble as arranged.
Both testified fully at several trials that followed. But both trial judge Bristol and District Attorney William Rynerson were members of the Dolan/Murphy political machine. Predictably the trials either ended in acquittals or the accused were pardoned under the amnesty proclamation. O’Folliard was granted his pardon but Rynerson refused to honor Governor Wallace’s pledge to Bonnie. For his part the Kid expected the Governor to intervene. But after days of delay it became apparent that Wallace would not act. Billy made yet another of his jail breaks and disappeared into the desert.
Tomorrow—The End of the Trail
Hate to tell ya, but no one/no way/no how can p r o v e when/where/to whom Billy was born, what his true legal name would have been, why his father was not around, or even who his birth mother was. There is no evidence whatever that he spoke a word of Gaelic, or that he ever lived in New York. To say he was a remorseless killer is simply not true. He was a soldier in the Lincoln County War, and killed the way any other soldier kills. It's v e r y difficult to get a true picture of him from print, and i m p o s s i b l e to get one from the web. He is one of the most unfairly maligned individualsin all of American history.ReplyDelete