Well now Pecos Tim was born in the usual way to a real nice cowpoke and his wife who were journeying west with their eighteen children. Tim's Ma knew right from the start that he was something else. He started talkin' before he was a month old, did his teething on his Pa's bowie knife and rode his first horse jest as soon as he learned to sit up on his own.
When he started to crawl, Pecos Tim would slither out of the wagon while his Mama was cookin' supper and wrestle with the bear cubs and other wild animals that roamed the prairies.
Yep, the whole family was expecting great things of little Tim; until they lost him in the drink.
Seems they took the wagons over the Pecos River while Pecos Tim was taking a nap and he got bounced out of the back and swept downstream afore anyone missed him. If he hadn't taught himself to swim right-quick, he would have been a goner!
Right about the time Pecos Tim was drying out and trying to get a fix on where he was, a Mama Coyote came along and decided to adopt the poor waif and raise him with the rest of her pups. So Pecos Tim spent the first fifteen years of his life running around with the coyote pack, howling to the moon, chasing prey across the prairies, and having the time of his life.