From Tyro, the bandits started due south. Deputy Sheriff Amik and Mr. Dabney were the first to leave Tyro in pursuit and others caught up with them before they had gone ten miles. By the time the party had reached Wann, the Tyro posse numbered twenty men. Posses started from Dearing and from Caney, and before evening the roads were covered with men in pursuit of the desperadoes.

The first "brush" between the bandits and the Tyro posse took place in a creek hollow two miles north of Wann. It was thought they had the outlaws surrounded. Men were coming from the south from Wann and others were approaching from the east. The Tyro posse rode straight ahead.

But they were mistaken . . . the bandits open fired from the edge of the woods . . . the horses were shot from under Amik and Dabney. This checked the progress of the pursuit . . . the bandits waved their hats on their rifles, gave a war whoop and rode southwest.

An effort had been made meanwhile to organize a posse at Wann with little success. Leonard Lee, city marshal, and Lee Doncarlcon started northwest to head off the bandits. Lee had only his six shooter and Doncarlcon only a few shells for his gun, so neither could do very effective work in checking the bandits' progress. From the top of a hill they saw the outlaws coming. Twenty shots were fired, and finally a bullet hit Marshall Lee, knocking the revolver from his hand and passing through his hand under the bone.

As soon as Lee had been shot he ran to a nearby house, the robbers continuing in his direction. Lee thought that they were following him and ran upstairs. He told the women of the house to be level headed and not act to frightened, that if the men tried to come upstairs he would kill them. The bandits rode up to the house . . . . but did not molest either the man upstairs or the woman . . . and proceeded on their way.

The Tyro aggregation meanwhile had mustered their nerve, patched up their losses and come on in the direction of Wann. The marshal had lost his pocketbook on the crest of the hill and a Wann man was sent after it. He rode down the highway; the Tyro bunch could be seen about a quarter of a mile away. Thirsting for blood, they were intent on shooting everything in sight. They opened on the reconnoitering party from Wann. The man waved his arms and tried to show that he was a friend, but the Tyro posse shot all the faster. The man turned his horse and rode at a hot pace back to town. Further on the aggregation came upon another Wann man in a buggy going home and opened fire on him from the rear. Rather elderly and unused to such familiarity. . . he did not stop to find out whether they were friends or foes. He whipped up his horse and pulled away from the assailants. It is reported at Wann that the "natives" all along the road were out with corn knives and shotguns and that it would indeed be dangerous for a stranger to make his way along the highway after the sun had set. Behind every fence post and in every clump of weeds there lingered one man or a dozen ready to shoot down a bank robber or peaceful citizen without the least provocation.

The excitement continues as the bandits moved southwest of Ochelata. The Daily Enterprise report continues:

The men reached that part of the country Sunday morning. Immediately the women living along the rural telephone line became interested and began informing the authorities of the movements of the bandits.

"The outlaws have just stopped on a hill above our house," one woman telephoned to the central office. After an interval of thirty minutes, another rang central and said: "The bank robbers just stopped here and asked for a drink of water."

So it went during the entire time the men were making their way into Osage. The authorities followed these telephone directions as best they could, but only one posse saw them yesterday . . .

This posse went out from Ochelata and was composed of Joe Daniels, Rock Flannigan, A. P. Tullock and Monroe Skaggs. Daniels, was the constable at Ochelata, and knows Starr, and Tullock, who also knows him, were discussing the probability that it was Starr and Kid Wilson they were hunting. It was 11 o'clock in the morning . . . They had no thought of being so close to their quarry . . . when suddenly a man stepped out to one side of a tent on a oil lease 100 yards ahead and began motion them back.

The man was Wyatt, a camp cook. He had been ordered to cook breakfast for the outlaws. He saw the posse coming and thought he could prevent their capture by warning them of their danger, but they apparently did not know what the waving meant until Starr advanced from his hiding place beside the road with his rifle in his hands and called on the hunters to throw up their hands, and asked:

"What do you fellows want?"

One of the men had his pack of dogs with him and a horn hanging beside his saddle. Daniels took his cue from this and said:

"Why we have been wolf hunting and are just looking for a little bob-tailed hound of mine. You haven't seen him anywhere, have you?"

"Damn you and your bob-tailed hound," snarled Starr, "You are looking for me and you know it. Get their guns . . ."

The second bandit stripped the arsenal from the captives while Starr stood guard. The guns were then broken on some rocks and their remnants returned to the men. Tullock had been a member of a posse which trailed Starr once before and the outlaw had sworn to kill him if he ever caught him under similar circumstances.

"I've got a notion to kill you." he told Tullock.

"Don't do that, Henry, without giving him a chance," said Starr's companion.

"I guess you are right," replied Starr; "just give him your gun and I'll fight it out with him."

The proposition didn't appeal to Tullock and he pleaded to be let go. Starr consented reluctantly. He then ordered one of his pursuers to dismount and take the saddle from his horse. The outlaws took this horse and gave a badly exhausted sorrel in exchange.

After the bloodless encounter Starr returned to the tent where he had ordered breakfast and asked that the food be wrapped so it could be carried. Taking this with them the men started west. That was at noon and the last seen of them was about sundown last night, preparing to proceed into the hills along Hominy Creek where Starr is familiar with the ground and where they will be safe from capture unless by a large well organized force . . .

The large well organized force was not forth-coming, But things were heating up for Henry and Kid Wilson in Oklahoma, so they left the territory for safer havens west. They would pull one more job in Amity, Colorado before parting company for good. Henry was arrested later that year in Arizona and returned to Colorado to stand trial for the Amity robbery. He plead guilty and was sent to the jail at Canon City, Co. Kid Wilson rode off into obscurity and was never heard of again. It was rumored that Henry had killed him after the Amity robbery, but he never admitted to it, nor is there any proof to that effect.