Billy Bonny Bloodletter, Also Known as 'The Kid

Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen. Six shots from a Colt 44. For no reason whatsoever other than to get your ear attuned to what you're going to hear.

Of course, I might have said that the Colt 44 belonged to our hero, and our hero happened to be walking the field and fucking off railbirds, but he would have done that for no reason whatsoever too.

So, here we are. Our hero's name is William Bunny, a lad who was the product of his time, and whose time may be described as a bluff. So tonight, my report to you on Billy Bunny Bloodletter, also known as The Kid.

Crime Classics. A series of true crime stories from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, on a sort of crime, student of violence and teller of murders. Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. William Bunny got to be 12 years old by being born in New York City in 1859 and being in Silver City, New Mexico in 1871.

He was not tall for his age, but he was a smart one. Give him a pack of cards and say, Billy let's see a deal of full house from the bottom, and the boy's nimble fingers would flip three aces and two ladies in front of you quicker in short with a cut snout. Or

put a few stick in his little fist, and if he didn't hit you with it, he'd run the rack. In rotation life is not real smart. On a sunny day you could see him walking down the shady side of the street, whistling and handling the ottoments in his little pocket. A slingshot, A pair of dice, shaved, and a knife.