CURLY BILL, The Star, May 26th, 1881
The Noted Desperado, Gets it in the Neck at Galeyville
The notorious Curly Bill, the man who murdered Marshal White at Tombstone last fall and who has been concerned in several other desperate and lawless affrays in South Eastern Arizona, has at last been brought to grief and there is likely to be a vacancy in the ranks of out border desperados.
The affair occurred at Galeyville Thursday. A party of 8 or 9 cowboys, Curly Bill and his partner Jim Wallace among the number, were enjoying themselves in their usual manner, when deputy Sheriff Breakenridge of Tombstone, who was at Galeyville on business, happened along.
Wallace made some insulting remark to the deputy at the same time flourishing his revolver in an aggressive manner. Breakenridge did not pay much attention to this "break" of Wallace but quietly turned around and left the party.
Shortly after this, Curly Bill, who it would seem had a friendly feeling for Breakenridge, insisted that Wallace should go and find him and apologize for the insult given. This Wallace was induced to do after finding Breakenridge he made the apology and the latter accompanied him back to the saloon where the cowboys were drinking.
By this time Curly Bill who had drank just enough to make him quarrelsome, was in one of his most dangerous moods and evidently desirous of increasing his record as a man killer. He commenced to abuse Wallace, who, by the way, had some pretensions himself as a desperado and bad man generally and finally said, "You d-d Lincoln county s-of a b---, I'll kill you anyhow."
Wallace immediately went outside the door of the saloon, Curly Bill following close behind him.
Just as the latter stepped outside, Wallace, who had meanwhile drawn his revolver, fired, the ball entering penetrating the left side of Curly Bill's neck and passing through, came out the right cheek, not breaking the jawbone. A scene of the wildest excitement ensued in the town.
The other members of the cowboy party surrounded Wallace and threats of lynching him were made. The law abiding citizens were in doubt what course to pursue.
They did not wish any more blood shed but were in favor of allowing the lawless element to "have it out" among themselves. But Deputy Breakenridge decided to arrest Wallace, which he succeeded in doing without meeting any resistance. The prisoner was taken before Justice Ellinwood and after examination into the facts of the shooting he was discharged.
The wounded and apparently dying desperado was taken into an adjoining building, and a doctor summoned to dress his wounds. After examining the course of the bullet, the doctor pronounced the wound dangerous but not necessarily fatal, the chances for and against recovery being about equal.
Wallace and Curly Bill have been Partners and fast friends for the past 4 or 6 months and so far is known, there was no cause for the quarrel, it being simply a drunken brawl.
-- end of article.
Editor's Note:
The above May 26th, 1881, newspaper article from The Star does not go on to say that surprisingly William "Curly Bill" Brocius did not die from that gunshot wound. It also doesn't talk about how being an outlaw has it's disadvantages.
Of course, one of those simply beings that that line of work doesn't afford you too many lessons when telling you to quit what you're doing. Most times outlaws simply weren't as lucky as Curly Bill was that day, and maybe he realized that. After all, it's said that after that shooting, Curly Bill was never the same.
From this article, we can see one huge flaw in Curly Bill. He should have known that Wallace would try something underhanded. Remember, they went outside to fight and not dance.
One going "outside" with anyone, back then or today, should be ready for anything. That includes having a knife coming into play, or having a hideout gun suddenly appear seemingly out of nowhere.
To me, drunk or not, Curly Bill should have been smarter than that. If for any other reason, he should have understood the types of low-lives that he was associating with. Rattlesnakes are rattlesnakes, and the two legged sort are the worse.
And yes, that's just the way I see it.
Tom Correa
The Noted Desperado, Gets it in the Neck at Galeyville
The notorious Curly Bill, the man who murdered Marshal White at Tombstone last fall and who has been concerned in several other desperate and lawless affrays in South Eastern Arizona, has at last been brought to grief and there is likely to be a vacancy in the ranks of out border desperados.
The affair occurred at Galeyville Thursday. A party of 8 or 9 cowboys, Curly Bill and his partner Jim Wallace among the number, were enjoying themselves in their usual manner, when deputy Sheriff Breakenridge of Tombstone, who was at Galeyville on business, happened along.
Wallace made some insulting remark to the deputy at the same time flourishing his revolver in an aggressive manner. Breakenridge did not pay much attention to this "break" of Wallace but quietly turned around and left the party.
Shortly after this, Curly Bill, who it would seem had a friendly feeling for Breakenridge, insisted that Wallace should go and find him and apologize for the insult given. This Wallace was induced to do after finding Breakenridge he made the apology and the latter accompanied him back to the saloon where the cowboys were drinking.
By this time Curly Bill who had drank just enough to make him quarrelsome, was in one of his most dangerous moods and evidently desirous of increasing his record as a man killer. He commenced to abuse Wallace, who, by the way, had some pretensions himself as a desperado and bad man generally and finally said, "You d-d Lincoln county s-of a b---, I'll kill you anyhow."
Wallace immediately went outside the door of the saloon, Curly Bill following close behind him.
Just as the latter stepped outside, Wallace, who had meanwhile drawn his revolver, fired, the ball entering penetrating the left side of Curly Bill's neck and passing through, came out the right cheek, not breaking the jawbone. A scene of the wildest excitement ensued in the town.
The other members of the cowboy party surrounded Wallace and threats of lynching him were made. The law abiding citizens were in doubt what course to pursue.
They did not wish any more blood shed but were in favor of allowing the lawless element to "have it out" among themselves. But Deputy Breakenridge decided to arrest Wallace, which he succeeded in doing without meeting any resistance. The prisoner was taken before Justice Ellinwood and after examination into the facts of the shooting he was discharged.
The wounded and apparently dying desperado was taken into an adjoining building, and a doctor summoned to dress his wounds. After examining the course of the bullet, the doctor pronounced the wound dangerous but not necessarily fatal, the chances for and against recovery being about equal.
Wallace and Curly Bill have been Partners and fast friends for the past 4 or 6 months and so far is known, there was no cause for the quarrel, it being simply a drunken brawl.
-- end of article.
Editor's Note:
The above May 26th, 1881, newspaper article from The Star does not go on to say that surprisingly William "Curly Bill" Brocius did not die from that gunshot wound. It also doesn't talk about how being an outlaw has it's disadvantages.
Of course, one of those simply beings that that line of work doesn't afford you too many lessons when telling you to quit what you're doing. Most times outlaws simply weren't as lucky as Curly Bill was that day, and maybe he realized that. After all, it's said that after that shooting, Curly Bill was never the same.
From this article, we can see one huge flaw in Curly Bill. He should have known that Wallace would try something underhanded. Remember, they went outside to fight and not dance.
One going "outside" with anyone, back then or today, should be ready for anything. That includes having a knife coming into play, or having a hideout gun suddenly appear seemingly out of nowhere.
To me, drunk or not, Curly Bill should have been smarter than that. If for any other reason, he should have understood the types of low-lives that he was associating with. Rattlesnakes are rattlesnakes, and the two legged sort are the worse.
And yes, that's just the way I see it.
Tom Correa