I’ve been doing some reading on George "Bitter Creek" Newcomb, and I find it fascinating—and quite sad—how personal betrayal dealt the final blow to his outlaw days. Imagine trusting the Dunn brothers, who had been on the side of the Wild Bunch, only to be turned in for the bounty. It's a stark reminder of how ruthless and precarious alliances could be back then. What strikes me is the duality of these relationships: friends one day, foes the next. The atmosphere of the Old West seems almost like a pressure cooker of fleeting loyalties. One has to wonder whether George had any inkling of doubt or if he completely trusted them up until that moment. What are your thoughts? Do you think Newcomb or others like him, in such a cutthroat world, were always wary of betrayal, or did they see their companions as loyal family until it was too late? These stories certainly add a human element to tales of the Wild West, highlighting how complicated and often tragic these lives truly were.
