. As O'Folliard rode up, he
was ordered to throw up his hands, but went after his gun instead, and
on the instant Garrett shot him through the body. "You never heard a man
scream the way he did," said Garrett. "He dropped his gun when he was
hit, but we did not know that, and as we ran up to catch his horse, we
ordered him again to throw up his hands. He said he couldn't, that he
was killed. We helped him down then, and took him in the house. He died
about forty-five minutes later. He said it was all his own fault, and
that he didn't blame anybody. I'd have killed Tom Pickett right there,
too," concluded Garrett, "but one of my men shot right past my face and
blinded me for the moment, so Pickett got away."

The remainder of the Kid's gang were now located in the stone house
above mentioned, and their whereabouts reported by the ranchman whose
house they had just vacated. The man hunt therefore proceeded
methodically, and Garrett and his men, of whom he had only two or three
upon whom he relied as thoroughly game, surrounded the house just before
dawn. Garrett, with Jim East and Tom Emory, crept up to the head of the
ravine which made up to the ridge on which the fortress of the
outlaws stood. The early morning is always the best time for a surprise
of this sort. It was Charlie Bowdre who first came out in the morning,
and as he stepped out of the door his career as a bad man ended. Three
bullets passed through his body. He stepped back into the house, but
only lived about twenty minutes. The Kid said to him, "Charlie, you're
killed anyhow. Take your gun and go out and kill that long-legged ----
before you die." He pulled Bowdre's pistol around in front of him and
pushed him out of the door. Bowdre staggered feebly toward the spot
where the sheriff was lying. "I wish--I wish----" he began, and motioned
toward the house; but he could not tell what it was that he wished. He
died on Garrett's blankets, which were laid down on the snow.

[Illustration: From a painting by John W. Norton
A TYPICAL WESTERN MAN HUNT Pat F. Garrett chasing Tom O'Folliard]

Previous to this Garrett had killed one horse at the door beam where it
was tied, and with a remarkable shot had cut the other free, shooting
off the rope that held it. These two shots he thought about the best he
ever made; and this is saying much, for he was a phenomenal shot with
rifle or revolver. There were two horses inside, but the dead horse
blocked the door. Pickett