The End of The Wild Bunch
When Lay was captured, Cassidy, Kid Curry, and Bill Carver all left New Mexico. The loss of Lay deeply affected Cassidy, who for a time made attempts at getting amnesty from the Governor of Utah. Several killings committed by Kid Curry and other robberies committed by the gang made this impossible.
Other than an alleged visit to the Bassett sisters, Lay had no other known contact with members of the Wild Bunch after his release. By that time Cassidy and the Sundance Kid had gone to South America, where they were alleged to have been killed while committing a robbery in Bolivia. During Lay's imprisonment, Kid Curry was killed during a shootout with lawmen in Colorado. Ben Kilpatrick and Laura Bullion were captured in Knoxville, Tennessee, and George "Flat Nosed" Curry was killed by lawmen in Utah. Several other members of other gangs that formerly were a part of the Hole in the Wall Gang were also by that time either dead or in prison.
Lay died on November 10, 1934 in Los Angeles. He is buried at Forest Lawn in Glendale, California, near Los Angeles.
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