You've probably heard stories about me...that I was a cold blooded killer who killed 21 men. In reality I'm not such a bad guy. A lot of my life is a mystery to historians, and there are a lot of myths and rumors about me. So don't believe everything you hear!
The name I was given at birth is William Henry McCarty. I've also gone by the names Henry Antrim, Kid Antrim, William H. Bonney, and of course Billy the Kid. No one's really sure exactly where and when I was born. Most historians think I was born sometime around 1860-61 in New York or Indiana. I'm about 146 right now, but the oldest myspace will let me say I am is 100, Damnit. My mother's name was Catherine McCarty, no one's really sure who my real father was. I also have a brother named Joseph.
My early childood was spent in Indiana and Kansas. In 1873 we moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico and my mother married a man named William Antrim. I started going by the name Henry (my middle name) so people wouldn't get me mixed up with my step dad (since he and I had the same first name). after the wedding, we moved to Silver City in Grant County, New Mexico.
My mother died in September 1874. My stepdad didn't want to take care of my brother and I, so he sent us to sperate foster homes. About a year after my mom died I was arrested for the first time after getting involved in some petty theft. I escaped from jail and officially became an outlaw!
For a little while I was a horse thief's apprentice In Arizona. After I killed a man named Windy Cahill I left the territory, because I was wanted for murder charges. I returned to New Mexico, where I joined a gang of rustlers called the Boys and became involved with the Lincoln County war; fighting for the Dolan side. I soon left the boys and started fighting for their opposition, John Tunsall. After Tunsall died his supporters and I formed a group called the Regulators. after the Lincoln County war ended the Regulators disbanded, and I became an outlaw. I made a living by stealing cattle and horses. In December of 1880 I was arrested for killing Sherriff Brady, and was convicted and sentenced to hang, but in April of 1881 I escaped jail after killing the two guards. Sadly, I was hunted down by Pat Garrett and on July 14, 1881 that fucker shot me in Fort Sumner, New Mexico.
A lot of people think of me as being a pretty bad guy. I guess I don't blame them, I mean I DID commit my share of crime and whatnot. But I'm actually pretty nice, easygoing and down to earth. I'm known for my great sense of humor and optomistic attitude. I am generous and dependable to those I care about and not afraid to risk my life for people I love. I can have a cool head in desperate circumstances and rarely break under pressure. I love to sing and dance. I only drink and smoke socially, and rarely drink to the point of being completely drunk. If I had gottent he right start in life, I probably never would have become an outlaw!
Another thing many people notice about me is my appearance. I'm not very big, only about 5'8" and 140 lbs. I'm skinny, and have small hands and feet. Many people tell me I look a bit girly. My teeth a pretty crooked and I have clear blue eyes and light brown/sandy blond hair.
Yes, I took a few lives, but keep in mind this was in the days of the old wild west; it was a dog-eat-dog world, and a man pretty much HAD to kill for survival. the popular myth is that I killed 21 men when in reality I am only DIRECTLY responsible for the deaths of about four men: Frank "Windy" Cahill, Joe Grant, James W. Bell, and Bob Olinger. I was involved in the shootings of Billy Morton, Frank Baker, William McCloskey, William Brady and George Hindman; but in those situations I wasn't the only one firing, so no one really knows who was responsible for their deaths. A lot of people blame me for the death of James Carlyle, but he was mistakenly killed by own posse...those idiots just didn't want to admit it! I was also blamed for killing Buckshot Roberts, Charlie Crawford, Robert Beckwith, and Morris Bernstein; but I was never even NEAR any of those guys when they died so those are just more rumors. You may have also heard I killed a man when I was 12...once again, that is a myth. The first guy I killed was Windy Cahill when I was about 16.
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