The problem with being a slippery sort is that it’s so easy to slip up. Kid Curry–the most wanted outlaw of his time and cohort of Butch and Sundance–probably changed his alias more often than his underwear. He and those he ran with were so careful to ride under the radar that even when they made the mistake of having their picture* taken, lawmen spent years looking for someone who could identify them.
It was the (already widowed) bride from the wedding the fellas dressed up for who finally came across with their aliases. Even she didn’t know their actual names.
I learned the iconic tale of the Fort Worth Five, four years ago when I toured Colorado telling how my great-grandfather came to shoot Kid Curry. A visit to their fateful stomping ground, should have been an anticipated thrill for me, but somehow I let it take me by surprise. With a slippery memory like that, multiple aliases are a no go. Fortunately I do manage to remember about underwear.
* The Fort Worth photographer liked the photo so well, he posted it in his shop window where a lawman noticed it and recognized one of the men as an outlaw.