The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-12-01
HOW WILD BILL DIED,
The Surest Shot in the West Killed
With a Bullet From His Partners
Pistol.
From the Denver RepuhlIcan.

win Bullet from HIS Partner
Pistol.
From the Denver Republican.
Mr. Adler has known almost all the pi-
oneers of the west, and was friend of
that picturesque figure in western his
tory, Wild Bill He was within half a
dozen PAGES of Bill when Jack McCauu
shot him in the back of the head in a
Deadwood saloon. He tells the story
more infinitely thsn it has ever been told
in print. To paraphrase the quaint word
ing of the old pioneer, the killing fell
about in this way:
Bill aud McCaull occupied the same
cabin together at Deadwood in 1916 Bill
came into camp with notoriety he had
been acquiring in all the border towns
He was a gambler by profession and a
desperate by nature. He was the surest
shot with a pistol in the west He had
been marshal of Hayes City in its palmy
days of lawleSsness and was afterward
marshal of Abilene when that little city
had almost as hard name. He had
killed so many men that he had lost the
count, So when he rode into Deadwood
one day, with his long yellow hair pour
ing down on his shoulders, his sombrero
cooked sideways on his head, and with
I y
swinging at either side, people were
naturally very respectful.
But Bill was a man to be feared rather
than respected. He was an inveterate
card player, and cheated and robbed at
the tables with the pleaSantest grace
Imaginable. He and McCaul became
chums and patched together in a cabin
! McCaul had just as bad a character as
! Bill, but he had never the opportunities
] tn ! and IL no had Io l,
ably have been dead before Deadwood
came into existence. At any rate he and
| Bill used TO play brace against every one
| they could get to put his legs under the
table with them. While this process of
fleeing was going on Bill and his part
ner pretended to be perfect strangers tc
| each other
gone day they were at their usual tricks
| with greenhorn in a canvas saloon OF
the main street. McCaull broke out and
quit the game. Directly he came up to
Bill and said: Say, Bill gimme a
quarter to buy drink" Bill looked up
at him as if he had never seen him be.
fore. II don't know you, he said, ~
guess you're good at the bar McCaull
went to the bar and asked for a drink
but the barkeeper, thinking he was lux
ing, would not let him have it,
Then McCaull sulked about the stove
for little Finally he went to Bill and
said
Gimme 50 cents, Bill; I want to get a
meal And Bill, still carrying out his
role of stranger. said, with pretended
heat: 60 to -- for your meal
McCaull's face flushed He was not
willy enough to see what Bill was driving
at He went straight out of the saloon
down to his cabin and got a slx-shooter
When he came back he had it cooked in
his coat pocket with his hand upon it,
| lie walked right up to Bill ana quick as a
flash stuck the muzzle of the gun against
Bills head and pulled the trigger There
was leap Of fire from the barrel, re
sounding report, and Wild Bill fell over
with his face among the other poker chips
stone dead
McCaull was arrested and tried before
a miners court and acquitted, for the
story he told was a plausible ou.. But
one day when in his cups he boosted of
the deed, detectives investigated his
story and found it false, and eventually
he was hanged.