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Jail house life wasn't so bad. He was getting fed, being admired and really hadn't had so much fun in quite a spell. Being on the right side of the law wasn't bad at all. Until the law decided it was gonna cut out on its deal and turn against you.
Meeting with the prosecutor they had said. Okay, fine. Billy loved meeting new people. Wear the irons for show. Again, fine. Billy did love putting on a show. But then the Irishman who reminded him far too much of Murphy came in and announced to Billy that the Governor was doing no such thing as giving him a pardon and the Kid would be going on trial along with the rest of them. That didn't suit Billy. At all.
So it was time to skin out. And with the help of big wrists and small hands he slipped the cuffs, kicked out a stove pipe and climbed through the roof of the jailhouse. Leaving a parting gift to one of the new friends he was leaving behind, a loogey on the Marshall's hat, he was out of there and heading back to round up the gang.
Doc and Chavez had sat in that pit long enough. It was time for some fun.
Meeting with the prosecutor they had said. Okay, fine. Billy loved meeting new people. Wear the irons for show. Again, fine. Billy did love putting on a show. But then the Irishman who reminded him far too much of Murphy came in and announced to Billy that the Governor was doing no such thing as giving him a pardon and the Kid would be going on trial along with the rest of them. That didn't suit Billy. At all.
So it was time to skin out. And with the help of big wrists and small hands he slipped the cuffs, kicked out a stove pipe and climbed through the roof of the jailhouse. Leaving a parting gift to one of the new friends he was leaving behind, a loogey on the Marshall's hat, he was out of there and heading back to round up the gang.
Doc and Chavez had sat in that pit long enough. It was time for some fun.