Mine is how he died. There are many tall tales of Pecos Bill, including one version of his ultimate demise. The story goes that as Bill was getting older, a man from Boston came down to New Mexico for a visit. The Yankee thought himself a bit of a cowboy, so he gussied up in a mail order suit that included lizard skin boots, a new pair of blue jeans, shiny brass belt buckle and a clean as a whistle 10-gallon hat. When Pecos Bill saw the Yankee swagger into a bar, ol’ Bill laid down on the sidewalk and laughed himself to death.