Wild Bill

Texas, 50 miles north of Waco.

I work for...

I'm a Union man.

Fought four years against your kind.

- You been firing that weapon, Phil?

- Lots of fellers here...

I'm not talking to them, I'm talking to you!

You got an explanation why you was firing

that weapon, breaking a city ordinance?

What's the matter, Bill? You miss me?

That why you're mad at Phil here?

You'd best hand over the gun, Phil.

Otherwise I'm just gonna have to step

over there and slap you around some.

Who else?!

(man) Bill!

He's dead. You shot your own deputy.

(man) He shot Phil Coe,

then he shot Mike Williams.

I'm gonna go get my shotgun,

then I'm gonna go get my horse.

By the time I get back, I see one

son of a bitch on the street, I'll kill 'em.

(sobs)

After Abilene, Bill was at loose ends.

He drifted East and accepted the

invitation of his friend Buffalo Bill Cody

to join his theatrical production

"Scouts of the Plains".

As a thespian he was,

by all reports, simply dreadful.

BOWERY THEATRE:

NEW YORK:

And now, my friends, a true story of

courage as actually lived and fought

by my dear friend of many years,

James Butler Hickok,

known throughout the West as Wild Bill!

(applause)

I say, Wild Bill, where have you been?

(audience murmuring)

I say, old pard, where have you been?

(laughter)

What has detained you so long?

(sparse applause)

I was riding my horse, Black Nell,

peacefully along the river

when I was corralled

by a party of hostiles.

- (war drum)

- Hostiles? What kind of hostiles?

Indians!

Yes. What tribe of Indians, Wild Bill?

- They were Sioux. Sioux Indians.

- And who was their chief?

Up there! Turn down the damn light.

Damn near blind a feller.

I say, Wild Bill, who was their chief?

KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI

Keep your eyes open.

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