ut of the country. It was a
desperate and bloody war while it lasted.

But it was satisfactory to the cattle men who could now rest easier in
the security of their herds and their grazing grounds. It was at this
time that I saw considerable of William H. Bonney alias "Billie the
kid", the most noted desperado and all around bad man the world has
known.

The first time I met Billie the Kid was in Antonshico, New Mexico, in a
saloon, when he asked me to drink with him, that was in 1877. Later he
hired to Pete Galligan, the man in whose employ I was. Galligan hired
the Kid to drive his buck board between the White Oaks, the nearest
town, and Galligan's ranch with provisions for the boys, and the Kid
told me himself that one these trips he would drive the team, on a dead
run, the whole distance of 30 miles to the Oaks in order to get there
quick so he would have more time to stay around town before it was time
to start back, then when he would arrive home the team was nearly dead
from exhaustion. He remained in the employ of Galligan for about eleven
months, then he was hired by John Chisholm to rustle cattle for him.
Chisholm agreed to pay the Kid so much per head for all the cattle the
Kid rustled. When the time came for a settlement, Chisholm failed to
settle right or to the Kid's satisfaction, then the Kid told Chisholm he
would give him one day to make up his mind to settle right, but before
the Kid could see Chisholm again, Chisholm left the country going east
where his brother was. The Kid then swore vengeance, and said he would
take his revenge out of Chisholm's men, and he at once began killing all
the employ of John Chisholm. He would ride up to a bunch of cowboys and
enquire if they worked for Chisholm. If they replied in the affirmative,
he would shoot them dead on the spot, and few men were quicker with a 45
or a deadly shot than "Billie the Kid". The next time I met the Kid was
in Holbrook, Arizona, just after a big round up. The Kid, Buck Cannon,
and Billie Woods were together. I was on my way to Silver City, New
Mexico, in the fall of 1880 when I met them, and as they were going
there also, we rode on together The "Kid" showed me the little log cabin
where he said he was born. I went in the cabin with him, and he showed
me how it was arranged when he lived there, showing me where the bed sat
and the stove and table. He then pointed out the old postoffice which he
said he had been in lots of times.

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