Butch & Sundance in New York


Butch & Sundance in New York
Mr & Mrs Harry Place & James Ryan
Butch & Sundance in New York
Mr & Mrs Harry Place & James Ryan
Coney Island, New York, February, 1901

‘Raindrops keep falling on my head’

Just as the door to Mr Place’s room
begins to close, you glimpse a pistol in
its holster, sort of thing they use out West.
But mindful of his tip, you think no more
of it, until a few days’ later when
you read how Pinkertons have chanced upon
a photograph of members of the Wild
Bunch outlaw gang. And there he is, him with
the classy broad in tow, the Sundance Kid
no less. You recognise the piercing eyes
from the adjacent suite, Butch Cassidy,
would you believe? You dine on him for weeks.
They leave next day, the Argentine, some say.
Whatever, they are never seen again.

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