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
I always knew that my nosiness would get me into trouble. But tonight it got the better of me. Because in place of Pete Maxwell Pat Garrett was there waiting for me.
We came face to face in Pete Maxwell's bedroom. We talked about an hour. I knew why he was there.
He could see the hurt and pain and sadness in my eyes. But he acted like he didn't care. Like our friendship didn't mean anything to him.
He pulls his gun and shoots me in the chest. I stagger backwards. But before I stagger outside I see a single tear roll down Pat's cheek and I hear him whisper Billy I am sorry. I am sorry little casino.
Then I stagger outside and I get on my horse and ride as far as I could. Then I get dizzy and lightheaded and I fall off of my horse and lay unconscious on the ground.
Then a beautiful young lady finds me laying on the ground. She kisses me. And I wake up.
She nurses me back to health and soon after that we get married.
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This is me and the top picture is Pat Garrett shooting me.
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This is me after I had collapsed and fell from my horse.
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This is Alice the beautiful young lady that found me and nursed me back to health.
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