The Five-Day Battle

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From 1995, which is probably the year we went with the kids to Pageant.  We had to cut the trip a little short because of my daughter’s medical issues.  On the back of the shirt is a bit of dialogue from the pageant relating to this scene, which was the bloody climax to the Lincoln County War.  After several days of stalemate between the Murphy-Dolan faction and the Tunstall-McSween party, Colonel Dudley’s troops arrived in Lincoln, camping on what is now Becky and Matt’s property.  The “non-interference” of the federal troops allowed the Murphy-Dolan group to set fire to McSween’s home.  The besieged Regulators retreated from room to room  as the conflagration slowly spread.  Under the cover of darkness they made a desperate escape, guns blazing.  McSween, Romero, Zamora and Morris were killed by the Murphy-Dolans.  Yginio Salazar was left for dead, later crawling away to safety.  The Kid and several others escaped with little or no harm.  Then the victors inspected the corpse of McSween:

Mathews: “Why, what’s this he was a-carryin’? Looks like a book. Well, boys, he died with a Bible in his hand.” (examines book) Where’s his gun, ya reckon?”

Long: ” ‘pears like, he warn’t a-carryin’ one.”

WANTED: William H. Bonney

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This shirt is one of my favorites.  The design was originally a linoleum-cut print of mine from the ’80s.  But for the t-shirt I scanned the art, then made a couple of corrections and added my moniker.  Alas, I didn’t include the year, but it must have been in the ’90s when I first got a scanner.  The text of the poster is completely inauthentic…I just made it up.  There was probably no such Wanted poster for the Kid in the aftermath of the War.

Little Billy T-Shirt

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Gullotto & I returned to Lincoln for the 1980 Pageant with a new design.  Matt and Roger had moved to a new house on the edge of town, having burned down their last residence.  A mob of us descended upon Lincoln…the Roanoke girls: Marilyn, Ruth and Denise, our old buddy Glascott & my girlfriend who made a couple of bucks selling “Billy the Chip” cookies.  Burnsie showed up and Carol Morton, too. We had Carol and her boyfriend diving for cover while we shot up cans on the back forty.  A classic exchange took place when a local bragged of his knowledge of the mountains. “Ask me anything about these mountains,” he challenged.  Glascott inquired, “How much do they weigh?”  The buckeroo fixed him with squint and said, “We don’t like your kind around here.”