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  for my sister Alice

  Not that it matters, but most of what follows is true.

  —WILLIAM GOLDMAN, BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID

  MAJOR CHARACTERS

  BILLY’S FAMILY

  Catherine Bonney McCarty Antrim (1829–1874) Emigrated to New York City from Ireland; gave birth to sons, Josie and William Henry; met Billy Antrim in Indiana, married him in Santa Fe. Died of tuberculosis when the Kid was fourteen.

  William Henry Harrison Antrim (1842–1922) Married Catherine McCarty in 1873; stepfather to Billy and Josie. Laborer and prospector.

  Joseph Edward “Josie” McCarty (1854–1930) Saw nothing of his younger brother after 1877. Died penniless in Denver.

  William Henry McCarty (1859–1881) Also known as Henry Antrim, Kid Antrim, William H. Bonney, and Billy the Kid.

  BILLY’S FRIENDS

  Charles Bowdre (1848–1880) Raised in Mississippi but became a cowhand in New Mexico for John H. Tunstall. A Regulator from 1878. Common-law husband of Manuela Herrera.

  Richard M. Brewer (1850–1878) Born in Vermont and raised in Wisconsin. A cowhand for John H. Tunstall and later a Regulator.

  John Simpson Chisum (1824–1884) Wealthy cattle baron on rangeland along the Pecos River and a financial backer of John H. Tunstall.

  Sallie Chisum (1859–1934) Uncle John’s niece and sweetheart of the Kid.

  Franklin Coe (1851–1931) A farmer at La Junta on the Rio Hondo. A Regulator.

  George Washington Coe (1856–1941) An Iowa cousin of Franklin Coe. Farmed on the Rio Ruidoso and became a Regulator.

  Thomas O. Folliard, Jr. (1858–1880) A red-haired Texan of Irish descent who became a Regulator and was the Kid’s best friend.

  Alexander Grzelachowski (1824–1896) Called Padre Polaco, a former Catholic priest educated in Poland and the owner of a restaurant and store in Puerto de Luna.

  Alexander Anderson McSween (1843–1878) A Canadian who studied for the Presbyterian ministry, then left for law school at Washington University. Wound up in Lincoln in 1876 and worked first for L. G. Murphy, then for his rival, John H. Tunstall.

  Susan Ellen Hummer McSween (1845–1931) Ran away from her home in Pennsylvania at the end of the Civil War and married Alexander McSween in 1873 in Atchison, Kansas.

  Paulita Maxwell (1864–1929) Wealthy daughter of Lucien Maxwell, educated at St. Mary’s Convent boarding school in Colorado. Sweetheart of the Kid.

  John Middleton (1854–1882) Worked as a cowhand for Hunter & Evans, then joined L. G. Murphy & Co. before signing on with John H. Tunstall. A Regulator.

  Josiah Gordon “Doc” Scurlock (1849–1929) Attended medical school in New Orleans before finding work in the Southwest. Married sixteen-year-old Antonia Herrera and joined Charlie Bowdre, his brother-in-law, as a cowhand on John Tunstall’s ranch.

  John Henry “Harry” Tunstall (1853–1878) Educated at London Polytechnic Institution, clerked in his father’s firm in Canada before becoming a cattleman on the Rio Feliz and founding the J. H. Tunstall & Co. Merchandise Store in Lincoln, a rival of L. G. Murphy’s the House.

  L. G. MURPHY AND COMPANY

  Frank Baker (1857–1878) A cultured man from a good family in Syracuse. Became an associate of Jimmy Dolan.

  Joseph Hoy Blazer (1829–1898) Iowa dentist who bought a ranch and sawmill on the Tularosa River and gave the mill his name.

  James Joseph Dolan (1848–1898) Born in County Galway, Ireland, emigrated to America as a boy, joined the Army, was discharged from Fort Stanton in 1869, and joined L. G. Murphy & Co.

  Nathan A. M. Dudley (1825–1910) A lieutenant colonel in the 9th Cavalry Regiment, assumed command of Fort Stanton in April 1878.

  Jesse Evans (1853–1882) A horse thief for John Chisum at the Jinglebob Ranch, became head of an outlaw gang called the Boys.

  John Kinney (1847–1919) Originally from Massachusetts, achieved the rank of sergeant in the Army, then ran a cattle-rustling operation from his ranch in Las Cruces.

  Jacob Basil Mathews (1847–1904) Raised in Tennessee, moved west as a miner, then a farmer, selling his ranch to John Tunstall to tend the House saloon and serve as a deputy sheriff.

  William Scott “Buck” Morton (1856–1878) Well educated in Virginia before becoming a foreman on Jimmy Dolan’s cow camp on the Rio Pecos.

  Lawrence Gustave Murphy (1831–1878) An Irish immigrant who joined the Army in Buffalo in 1851, retired as the commandant of Fort Stanton, and founded the brewery and store that would become the House. Called the Lord of the Mountains.

  CIVIL AUTHORITIES

  William J. Brady (1829–1878) From County Cavan, Ireland, a former Army officer who was elected sheriff of Lincoln County. Employed by L. G. Murphy.

  Warren Henry Bristol (1823–1890) Appointed associate justice of the New Mexico Supreme Court by President Grant in 1872.

  Huston Ingraham Chapman (1847–1879) An engineer and lawyer who established a practice in Las Vegas, New Mexico, and had Susan McSween as a client.

  Patrick Floyd Jarvis Garrett (1850–1908) Raised on a Louisiana plantation, became a buffalo hunter in Texas, then a cowhand and saloonkeeper in Fort Sumner before being elected sheriff of Lincoln County in 1879.

  Ira E. Leonard (1832–1889) Became a lawyer in Wisconsin, then a judge in Missouri before establishing a legal practice in Las Vegas, New Mexico, in 1878.

  Ameredith R. B. “Bob” Olinger (1850–1881) Born in Indiana, followed his brother Wallace to Seven Rivers and became a stock detective, then a deputy sheriff in Lincoln County.

  William Logan Rynerson (1828–1893) Educated at Franklin College in Indiana. Appointed district attorney for the Third Judicial District in New Mexico in 1876.

  Lewis Wallace (1827–1905) Author, lawyer, Union general during the Civil War, and governor of New Mexico from 1878 to 1881.

  – PART ONE –

  BEAUTIFUL DREAMER

  (NOVEMBER 1859–FEBRUARY 1878)

  - 1 -

  WIDOW MCCARTY

  You’ll want to know about his mother, she being crucial to the Kid’s becomings.

  She was born Catherine Bonney in 1829 in Londonderry, Ireland, a pretty Scotch-Irish girl with honey yellow hair and with a coy, happy, flirtatious personality that invoked courtliness and gentility in older men. She fled Ireland just to be free from her overbearing parents, sailing to America from Liverpool on the ship Devonshire, and earning fare for her passage and then some by serving as a lady-in-waiting for the child daughter of an earl. Catherine fell in with hard-bitten Irish in New York City’s slum of Five Points, found menial work in a French laundry, and married an Irish dockworker named Michael McCarty, giving birth to Joseph Edward “Josie” McCarty on March 19, 1854, and William Henry McCarty on November 23, 1859.

  She failed to get birth certificates for both boys, and so their ages would forever be fluid.

  Soon after the start of the Civil War, Catherine’s disenchanted husband discovered a high degree of patriotism in himself and joined the 69th Infantry New York State Volunteers, an Irish regiment. With the help of an Indianapolis cousin, Michael got permission to transfer to Indiana’s 5th Battery of Artillery Volunteers, and he served them without flair or distinction before dying of a gunshot wound in the Battle of Chickamauga in 1863.

  So Widow McCarty took her sons to Indianapolis, where Michael McCarty’s shirttail relatives were making do, and it was there in 1865 that she became cordial with William Henry Harris
on Antrim, the American son of Irish parents who’d been for ninety days an infantry private with Indiana’s 54th Regiment. His first three names were those of the ninth president of the United States, who died in office just before Antrim was born, but he grew up to be just an affable goof with a high forehead who pronounced the word ain’t as “ainunt.” A clerk and messenger for the Merchants Union Express Company, Antrim was twenty-three, or thirteen years Catherine’s junior, but he was easygoing company and wasn’t ugly, he adored his fine Cate when he wasn’t drunk, and he got on with the boys, whom he demanded call him Uncle Billy. When Antrim became a lazing fixture on the chesterfield sofa in the house, it was determined that to avoid confusion Billy McCarty would henceforth be called Henry, his middle name. The Kid was not fond of it.

  Catherine seemed not to have been overly fond of Antrim, either, because she left him with little more than a fare-thee-well, having heard fortunes were being made in the frontier cattle town of Wichita, Kansas. Mother and sons headed west, and in the summer of 1870, five years ahead of Wyatt Earp, she and Josie and Henry hauled their few belongings to a clapboard rental on Wichita’s Main Street, where they occupied the second floor and she opened City Laundry on the first. She was dismayed when Billy Antrim slavishly followed the family like a tardy but loyal hound, and though she’d let him have his way with her on some overnighters when the boys were gone, she insisted on a semblance of ladylike propriety. So he filed for a homestead of farmland six miles northeast of town and got jobs as a bartender and carpenter just to stay in orbit around the spellbinding sun that was Widow McCarty.

  When a petition to have Wichita become a municipality made its rounds, it was signed by 123 men of commerce and one sole woman: Mrs. Catherine McCarty. She was that alluring and revered. There was no public school in the region then, so their self-taught mother was the boys’ only and quite excellent teacher. Because of his mental limitations, Josie ended up just a notch above illiterate, but in Wichita, Henry learnt to write a fair letter in a legible hand, seldom misspelled words, could swiftly handle arithmetic in his head, and became an avid reader of exciting tales from the Old Sleuth Library, the Police Gazette, and Beadle’s Dime Novels. A favorite book was Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, and he held fast in his head Poe’s quotation “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

  Seeing how nimble and graceful her son was, his mother taught him Irish jigs, English waltzes, and French quadrilles, and when he was in his late teens, Mexican sporting ladies would find themselves wanting him for his dancing alone. But at twelve he wasn’t yet as tempting to the opposite sex as he would be; he was merely blue-eyed, flaxen-haired, and undersize, and even friends thought him rather pretty, his hands and feet too dainty. But he was chipper and quick and an ambidextrous marvel who stunned them by pitching rocks just as well with either hand, a trait that would pay off in gunplay later.

  Wichita was wild enough then that huge herds of longhorn cattle were driven down the city streets to the Southwestern Railroad line, which connected to eastern cities; stinking, fly-swarmed hides of buffalo were laid out on the sidewalks for sale; and saloon owner Rowdy Joe Lowe and his wife, Rowdy Kate, sponsored public footraces in the Delano district that featured fully naked prostitutes running to their house of ill repute. Hearing of one announced race, Josie snuck Henry into the front of the hooting crowds of men for a look-see. Watching the gorgeous melons a-bobbling awakened a new excitement that Henry later innocently confessed to his mother. And soon after that she decided to leave Wichita.

  But the wildness there had only a little to do with the move, for Widow McCarty’s fortunes had turned sour when she took ill with night sweats, coughing, continual weariness, and loss of appetite. A Wichita doctor’s diagnosis was that she’d caught the airborne lung sickness of consumption, for which there was no remedy beyond the help of the high, dry climates of the West. She shrank in weight and vivacity and finally decided to sell her dank, damp laundry and journey west to find a cure in the mile-high city of Denver.

  Billy Antrim rented out his Wichita land and hand-built house and tagged along again, getting a job as a teamster with the American Express Company in Denver. Josie found the city so agreeable he would return there for good in his middle age, card dealing and horse gambling his sole professions, and dying in 1930 without ever telling a soul who his infamous kid brother was.

  The McCarty family did not stay long in Colorado, for Catherine’s kid sister Mary announced in a telegram that she’d married a Juan Salazar and was now residing in Lincoln County in the territory that was won in the Mexican-American War. And it just so happened that Billy Antrim’s sister soon invited them to winter with her in the health-giving climate of Santa Fe.

  And so to New Mexico the four of them went, and there, with a depth of pity and motherly courtesy for his caring, Catherine consented to marry William Henry Harrison Antrim on March 1, 1873, at the old adobe First Presbyterian Church, the Reverend David F. McFarland presiding. Henry and Josie, aged thirteen and eighteen, were witnesses and signed the marriage certificate. There was a small party for the Antrims in the Exchange Hotel, at which Henry treated them to the Scottish jig “Haste to the Wedding,” singing in his choirboy tenor, “Come haste to the wedding ye friends and ye neighbors, the lovers their bliss can no longer delay. Forget all your sorrows, your cares, and your labors. And let every heart beat with rapture today.”

  Billy Antrim slumped in his chair as the wedding party applauded, because he was either in a champagne stupor or else plunged into a what-have-I-done depression.

  There was no honeymoon, just a southward ride along the Rio Grande into Lincoln County, where Catherine’s sister got the Antrim four lodging in a one-room piñon log cabin at the intersection of Main and Broadway in the mining community of the aptly named Silver City. Mexicans outnumbered the Anglos by four to one, so Spanish was the main civic parlance, and Henry, who could not not learn, became rather fluent in it just by mingling with the Salazars and his chums. Josie and the other Antrims did not.

  Mr. Billy Antrim found a half-time job slaughtering and dressing cows and hanging the heavy sides of beef in the hot box of Knight’s Butcher Shop. But he frittered away his wages on gambling and was ever more fascinated with scouring for precious metals in the hills of Georgetown, Piños Altos, and Chloride Flat. So Mrs. Catherine Antrim became the family’s financial support, baking sweetcakes and pies that she’d sell across the street in front of I. N. Cohen’s dry-goods store or to the kitchens of the Keystone and Star hotels. She also accepted desperate male room-and-boarders who’d just arrived in the West and agreed to sleep on straw mattresses on the floor of the boys’ quarters, which were sectioned off from the main room with hanging wool Army blankets.

  Coincidentally, one renter was an Eastern newspaperman named Ash Upson, who nine years later would become the ghostwriter of The Authentic Life of Billy, the Kid, the Noted Desperado by Pat F. Garrett. But thirteen-year-old Henry Antrim was then just a scrawny, jesting schoolkid who shared the room. It was the jaunty, radiant Catherine whom Upson fell for. Writing of her in 1882, Upson couldn’t help but rhapsodize that she was “courteous, kindly,” and with a “benevolent spirit.”

  “She was about medium height,” he noted, “straight and graceful in form, with regular features, light blue eyes, and luxuriant golden hair. She was not a beauty, but what the world calls a fine-looking woman. She kept boarders in Silver City, and her charity and goodness of heart were proverbial. Many a hungry tenderfoot has had cause to bless the fortune that led him to her door. In all her deportment she exhibited the unmistakable characteristics of a lady—a lady by instinct and education.”

  Catherine was also loved by Henry’s friends, whom she welcomed after school with raw milk fresh from the cow and with just-baked oatmeal cookies still so hot from the backyard oven that they bent in the hand. She’d take a rag to their faces like their mothers, but unlike them she was fond of jokes. Like “Padd
y went to a pub”—she pronounced it “poob”—“and tole the bartender he’d been having himself a draft of whiskey each hour to ease his dyspepsia. A doctor overheared him and says, ‘There’s a better cure for you than that,’ and Paddy tole him, ‘Hush now. I don’t wanna know it.’ ” Or “You boys recall the one about the petty thief getting sentenced by the judge? Judge says, ‘Either five pounds or five days in jail,’ and the scoondrel give it some thought and says, ‘All right then, I’ll take the five pound.’ ”

  She laughed so heartily at her own jokes that the jolliness itself was a cause for their laughter.

  And Henry was much like his mother. Ever smiling, witty, and genial when not riled by an injustice, he collected friends without effort and, because of his quick mind, became without campaign their leader, initiating pranks and risky competitions and being as overrambunctious as boys can be, so that an insulted local journalist called the lot of them the Village Arabs.

  The Kid took after his mother physically, too, with fine, handsome features, tawny blond hair when freshly washed, dead leaf brown when not, and with ever twinkling, canny, mischievous eyes that were blue as Wedgwood and checkered with sunlight. Like his friends, he favored moccasins over shoes and wore his felt hat far back on his head. His aching teeth with their rabbit centrals had never seen a dentist, and he only cleaned them by eating apples. He would reach a full height of five feet seven and never weigh more than 130 pounds. A fourteen-year-old in 1874, he was much smaller.

  And that amused Levi Miller, owner of a ramshackle shelter with the signage of THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. Earning ten cents an hour, the Kid, as he was called by Levi, worked the bellows, raked the stalls, walked in horses in need of shoeing, and took grief for his littleness, with Levi or the loiterers in the shop jerking him up off the ground and dandling him, flinging him in wide circles by wrist and ankle like he was a fine delight, and calling him a peewee, a pissant, a walking hat. Sometimes the Kid’s mouth trembled and wet filled his eyes, exciting more ridicule from the miners there. Levi’s wife warned her husband that he was “turning Henry mean,” and the hot-tempered boy finally showed it one night by borrowing a shotgun and destroying the fire bellows with a coup de grâce of twelve-gauge holes, then blowing out the B in the sign so Levi became a LACKSMITH.