lt at his belt, and a cocked Winchester in his hand. At last, however,
the six men shook hands. They agreed to end the war. Then, frontier
fashion, they set off for the nearest saloon.

The Las Vegas lawyer, Chapman, happened to cross the street as these
desperate fighting men, used to killing, now well drunken, came out, all
armed, and all swearing friendship.

"Halt, you, there!" cried Bill Campbell to Chapman; and the latter
paused. "Damn you," said Campbell to Chapman; "you are the ---- ---- of
a ---- that has come down here to stir up trouble among us fellows.
We're peaceful. It's all settled, and we're friends now. Now, damn you,
just to show you're peaceable too, you dance."

"I'm a gentleman," said Chapman, "and I'll dance for no ruffian." An
instant later, shot through the heart by Campbell's six-shooter, as is
alleged, he lay dead in the roadway. No one dared disturb his body. He
was shot at such close range that some papers in his coat pocket took
fire from the powder flash, and his body was partially consumed as it
lay there in the road.

For this killing, Jimmie Dolan, Billy Matthews and Bill Campbell were
indicted and tried. Dolan and Matthews were acquitted. Campbell, in
default of a better jail, was kept in the guard-house at Fort Stanton.
One night he disappeared, in company with his guard and some United
States cavalry horses. Since then nothing has been heard of him. His
real name was not Campbell, but Ed Richardson.

Billy the Kid did not kill John Chisum, though all the country wondered
at that fact. There was a story that he forced Chisum to sign a bill of
sale for eight hundred head of cattle. He claimed that Chisum owed money
to the McSween fighting men, to whom he had promised salaries which
were never paid; but no evidence exists that Chisum ever made such a
promise, although he sometimes sent a wagonload of supplies to the
McSween fighting men.

John Chisum died of cancer at Eureka Springs, Missouri, December 26,
1884, and his great holdings as a cattle king afterward became somewhat
involved. He could once have sold out for $600,000, but later mortgaged
his holdings for $250,000. He was concerned in a packing plant at Kansas
City, a business into which he was drawn by others, and of which he knew
nothing.

Major Murphy died at Sante Fe before the big fight at Lincoln. Jimmie
Dolan died a few years later, and lies buried in the little graveyard
near the Fritz ranch. Riley, the other me