"All right, this is a stick-up! Everybody on the ground!"
"Billy the Kid!" whispers echoed among the small-town bank patrons.
"Willy! I'm Willy the Kid! I was doing this outlawin' stuff before Henry McCarty was in short pants!"
"Then is the 'the Kid' moniker really applicable to you?" asked a random man from the bank crowd.
Willy the Kid growled with anger, but before he could respond the front door of the bank burst open. The sheriff stood there with a shotgun ready.
"All right, Billy the Kid, just come quietly and I will guarantee you a fair trial."
"Willy! Willy!"
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