I was Billy the Kid, hiding out on a ranch with my posse. We knew Pat Garrett was looking for us, and we were crawling through the high grasses, trying not to be seen. But Garrett had his people with him. As my gang tried to surrender, Garrett would shoot them. No remorse. I finally stood up, aimed at him, fired--but was shot. I stood up to face him. He just laughed. I could feel the burning of the gunshot wound. I crawled onto the grass, looked up at the stars--there were so many of them...