this story tells about how I was shot down by Pat Garrett and I died on July 14th 1881. but through a marcle I come back to life in 2023. and get use to things being very different
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I sit alone by my grave thinking about my past my life in the old west. God I miss the past the old west. Here is a poem that I know. I wonder if those who are sleeping in the ground are not disturbed by the throbbing sound of a one way path to eternity inclosed in my room I speak to the quietness breaking the silence in closed in my room I speak to the quietness but no one replies a single tear falls a sad remembrance of the night that she was told voices of the night echoed by the winds of time can you not hear them?
Night falls and I get up to head home. But I get hit on the head from behind and knocked out and dragged away.
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This is me after I was hit on the head from behind and knocked out.
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This me when I woke up and ready to fight if I have to. I am Catholic in fact I am Irish Catholic. But I loved Mr Tunstall like a father. He was the only father that I knew. Am I an legendary outlaw? Do they learn about me in school? Am I a hero? Will I get to meet Emilio Estavez?
My questions will never get answered. I got away from my kidnappers and staggered towards my house. This is mostly me wondering if I am remembered here in this modern time and world.
If they do learn about me in school? I wonder what they say me and my life and the past the old west?
Please tell me what do they say about me in school. I would like to know what they say about me in school in American history class
