You must remember Billy The Kid and The Hole In the Wall Gang. Well I think that part was about Sundance Kid and Paul Newman, but you get my drift. I came looking for the Wild West and found it. Talk about being off the beaten track. A small gathering of buildings, a church, a hot dry wind, dust, loneliness, an electricity meter clanking forlornly, it was all there.
I was standing under a verandah of the building next to the church, soaking up the atmosphere and day dreaming about a young desperado who turned to robbing trains and banks and killing, Sherrif Pat Garret who killed him. Billy was shot dead by Pat in 1881 a year before the church was built. I was immersed in lawlessness, escaping on horses followed by a posse, saloon bars, bar girls and gambling and drinking. I rather fancied myself as the respectable teacher of the town, but secretly in love with a bandit... dreams and childhood memories. Silver dollars, silver bullets and silver adornments on the horse's bridle. I almost expected the Lone Ranger, Silver and Tonto to turn up at any moment.
It's worth reading this account if you are interested: http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/billythekid.htm
I dropped into the local Senior Citizens club, mainly for a pee, but to ask the locals if they knew any stories or if anyone was related to Billy The Kid. Unfortunately, the next bingo session had just started, so I got the cold shoulder as they all buckled down to win the next prize. Sigh. Some people have no sense of history.