The BAD GUYS
Billy the Kid- (ABOVE) in every way fitting the best descriptions of him, “... about five feet eight or nine, … slightly built and lithe,... clear blue eyes,... quite a handsome looking fellow, the only imperfection being two teeth, slightly protruding...” and a another fellow, perhaps sometime outlaw, sometime lawman Burt Alvord. We have no historical record of the two ever meeting or knowing each other, but it would not be unlikely. Eugene Cuningham noted that early in his "manhood" (which started when he was 10!) “Billito” (pronounced BE-YEE-TOE) joined up with a “nameless companion” and raided around Arizona, killing and robbing some Apache trappers, taking their horses and selling their pelts.
The Kid traveled around the West quite a bit, after being orphaned in Silver City, New Mexico, raising himself on the streets of mining towns, leaving a trail of mishaps typical for such a boy with no family or support. Billy and his older brother split up pretty quickly, and even though he often worked in concert with others, such as dead-end delinquent Jesse Evans, he once admitted, “I was for Billy all the time.”

And he had to be. Small and somewhat petite, with a impish smile and a “smart mouth,” Billy was often the target of drunks and saloon bullies, and in one case when a blacksmith decided to teach him some manners, and pinned him down, Billy took the man's own pistol and killed him with it. By the time Englishman John Tunstall hired him with notions of his rehabilitation, Billy had already killed several men. Tunstall had taken him in on the charitable recommendation of Dick Brewer, his foreman. The well-meaning new boss gave him a wonderful horse, a new gun and saddle, and Billy noted it was the first time anyone had given him anything. But it would not be enough. Every western image collector thinks he has a photo of Billy, and I have several. The one above is my best Billy doppelganger.

By this time, idealistic, tragically naive John Tunstall was already a marked man, and soon he and many of Billy's new friends would be dead. Tunstall's attorney, Alexander McSween had gotten embroiled in a controversy after he tried to recover a life insurance claim for L.G. Murphy & Co., some of Tunstall's arch business rivals. Bad blood had turned into an acid hailstorm. Murphy's partner had died unexpectedly while in Germany and “The Company” was the main beneficiary of his life insurance policy. "It's my money I want it NOW!" But business-like, and a little susupicious, McSween expressed cold feet in distributing the proceeds... As a responsible attorney, he could not dispurse the proceeds until all heirs could be identified, and so the frustrated Company accused him of procrastination and graft. When McSween stood his ground, he and all of his associates were suddenly sucked into a ruthless and irreversible machine.
Since McSween and Tunstall were partners in a ranch, the Company decided to move against them by seizing their property, their cattle and any valuables. It was probably just a threat, but it did not work. In a later deposition, McSween said in order to get their $8000 insurance settlement, they took $40,000 worth of property. In an obviously hostile and illegal overreach, over thirty men were sworn in by Sheriff Brady, known as the “Murphy Sheriff,” and were sent to “attach” the ranch. It seems everyone had sufficiently lawyered up.************* But Company bullets would soon solve the controversy.
Tunstall, convinced that he could win a court battle, (This was America, after all!) forbade that the ranch be defended by gun play. This greatly frustrated his men, who did not believe in the system, or at least the one active in the New Mexico Territory. He and all of his ranch employees were reluctantly abandoning the site, when a handful of deputized gunmen led by Billy Morton and Jesse Evans, Billy's old friends and some of the worst outlaws in the Southwest, came upon the hapless Englishman by himself, disarmed and then immediately executed him like a rabid skunk. Then they killed his horse as well. One witness on the posse claimed he heard them shoot Tunstall's pistol a couple of times, probably just in case, so they could claim self-defense. That was always a reliable antidote to any murder charge.
Enraged, Billy and Dick Brewer then reported the crimes and organized themselves, and Brewer was made a “special constable” and the others sworn in as his deputies, and began calling themselves “the Regulators.” Unfortunately, they proceeded to ignore all laws or procedures in law enforcement and set out to get revenge for the murder of their beloved, deceased English employer friend. Their brand of justice was swift. Soon some of the suspected murderers, members of Brady's posse, were found dead, and then the leader of the Regulators, Constable Dick Brewer was killed after a bloody, amateur arrest attempt. To even the score, Billy and the Regulators, now led by “Doc” Scurlock, assassinated Sheriff Brady.*********************************************** But they were soon to learn, corruption of the law never justifies more corruption.
People became afraid to come to Lincoln, and profits at Murphy & Co plummeted. Old man Murphy pulled out, and Tom Catron, a famously corrupt New Mexico Attorney and politician, and the lien-holder of the Company, took over the store. Powers were shifting and Pressures were mounting. Under Catron's iron foist, Peppin's posse enjoyed absolute legal protection, and the license to kill. They craftily ambushed some of the Regulators, and Frank McNab was killed, and two more taken prisoner.
As the death count grew, so did the concerns and insulted pride of the controlling powers of the state. The great Republican machine of New Mexico began to coalesce. The largely Hispanic “Santa Fe Ring,” led by Tom Catron, Governor Axtell, newly appointed Sheriff Peppin, and James Dolan, recently discharged from the Army and the top-gun of the Company, and a true villain if there was one in this scenario, collectively gathered their loins and declared an ALL**** OUT**** WAR.
And no war would be complete without an army. As it turned out for Catron, Dolan & Co., they had a real one. Enter Colonel N. A. M. Dudley and thirty troopers of the Ninth Cavalry. Dudley was a deeply compromised officer, already in debt to Catron, don of the Santa Fe Ring and his Santa Fe law firm, who had defended him in a recent court marshal. So Dudley chose to ignore military forbiddance of involving troops in local law enforcement affairs, and chose to support the Catron/Murphy-Dolan/ Republican faction, and did it with military flair, Gatling guns and all.
Everything came to a head when McSween, Billy and almost everybody they called a friend were surrounded by the Company's gunmen, Sheriff Peppin's deputies and the Ninth Cavalry while they desperately fortified McSween's home in Lincoln. A large Mexican militia under Martin Chavez came to lend moral support to Billy and his band, but soon evaporated as the conflict intensified. A lone rider came in to the house to help, young Tom O'Folliard. With so many of Billy's gang gone, he would serve as Billy's best friend, to the not-too-distant end.*******
Perhaps Dudley merely intended to set up right between the two opposing sides, hoping to keep the peace, but in effect, provided a military action to protect the Republicans, who now were able to move closer to McSween and company. Dudley then threw all caution to the wind, and threatened to blow the McSween home to kingdom come, if anyone fired upon his men... The game was set. History would call it the “Battle of Lincoln.”
For several days the Regulators watched as the forces around them multiplied, and fortified and then began to socialize and enjoy an old-fashioned barbecue. After the Army moved in, McSween did what lawyers always do, he tried to negotiate... and sent his twelve-year old daughter with a note explaining that his men, the Regulators, were sworn Peace Officers and had warrants for some of the men now besieging them, including Sheriff Peppin, and pleaded for Dudley's neutrality. When that failed to move the old soldier, Mrs. Susan McSween did what women always do, and ran to the Colonel, mistaking him for a man of reason, and passionately begged for him to be appropriately neutral, and provide protection for both sides, and help remove her husband and other family members and to de-escalate the confrontation.
Dudley ignored her and sent her away. It was obvious he had orders to follow, although they may not have been legal or military.
Emboldened by the military presence, Sheriff Peppin and his gangsters, some of them guilty of the very crimes the Regulators were formed to punish, set fire to the McSween home. Mrs McSween, positive that now Colonel Dudley would capitulate and help her, once again ran to his tent, begging again for their lives, begging for him to take charge and prevent a massacre. Drunk and stone-faced, all he provided to her was a military escort back to her house, now in flames.

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