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
Today is mother's day my and my children celebrate mother's day with my Alice I am happy to be celebrating mother's day with my wife Alice. But I am very sad because I miss my mother Catherine McCarty she died from tuberculosis when I was 13 years old. She was very sweet woman. I miss her so much. I try not to cry as I think of my mother.
I wish that she was here. Maybe she could help me solve this mystery of my life. I remember so very clearly that I fought at the Alamo along side colonial William Travis and Jim Bowie and Davy Crockett and a 180 more.
When I was only 13 years old. And an orphan that had just ran away from the orphanage. I remember that we had fought so bravely.
But we had lost our lives when general Santana had took over the Alamo. I was shot in the chest and badly wounded. General Santana had took me prisoner he tortured me and he had cut me open from my neck to my stomach.
I had died from the torture by general Santana. He had dumped me in the desert without a christen burial.
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This is my dead and bruised and battered body when general Santana had dumped me in the desert without a christen burial. I need help desperately to solve this mystery of my life.
I hope and pray that maybe my wife Alice can help me solve this mystery of my life.
Today is mother's day a day just for Alice. I will ask her to help me solve this mystery of my life later on .
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This is me at age 43 snooping around on the sets of young guns one and two and three. And soon I will be snooping around to find out what my friends and family are planning for my birthday.
