Disclaimer: I do not own Young guns. This is the Re-written Verison.
Summary: Billy last stand. Or so you think.
He watched them all die. All his pals…no not just his pals his family. He watched them die one by one. The person who took his pals away was the man he thought he could call brother, Pat Garrett. He's been through thick and thin with that man and this…this is how he repays him.
Billy tracked back to Fort Sumner, he was alone. None of his pals made it.
He arrived when a celebration was at hand, all could he could do was dance along with everyone else. That was until one of the girls Billy knew all to well came up to him grabbing his hand and leading him back to her place. Billy should have known better, but knowing him couldn't turn down an Mexican dove. He should have though because it was a set up.
Billy woke up with a start going to grab for his gun, but it wasn't there.
"Looking for something kid?" a voice he knew too well said. Billy got out of the bed pulling up his pants.
Billy let out a short laugh, "Well it looks like you found me Patsy."
Pat glared at the kid, "I wouldn't be laughing if I was you kid." His voice low as he pulled out his six shooter.
Billy had a little bit of amusement in his voice when he spoke, "You gonna shot me Patsy?"
Pat cocked his gun, "That's the plan kid"
"Its dark in here Pat, how are you going to be able to get a good clean shot at me?" Billy said with a smirk.
"I'll take my chances." Pat replied.
Billy's once amused voice, turned deadly, "I can't believe your doing this to me Pat, killing my pals, no wait not just mine your's too, and now you want to kill me too. I wander Pat are you gonna be happy with all that blood money, and not give a damn that you killed your pals?"
Pat looked towards Billy's direction, his voice held the same tone as Billy's, " I'll be happy cause I'll know that my days with you will be in the past and I can carry on my life with a good name."
Billy shook his head as he turned to face Pat, "No, Patsy you won't have a good name. Because your name will always be traitor, selling us out to save your own skin." He could see the light of the moon hitting off of Pat's gun.
Pat lifted his gin, "I'm sorry if that's what you think of me kid, but this is the way it has to be, Billy."
"Yeah whatever you say Patsy. Oh Just one thing" Billy started.
"What's that?" Pat asked
Billy amused tone came back as he laughed, "Try to aim for my head, cause that's the only way to get rid of me."
Pat smirked knowing this will be the last time he would hear that laugh.
"Alright kid I'll try."
"Goodbye Big Casino" Billy whispered.
"Goodbye Little Casino" Pat said as he pulled the trigger.
That was the last night anyone saw of Billy The Kid. He was buried next to some of his pals, Tom and Charlie. But not even days later someone craved one simple word across the headstones of Tom and Charlie it read, "Pals". Not only that but Billy's grave was empty.