Don't ever say you are sorry for "being caught in the moment". Because, at that moment, that is EXACTLY where you wanted to be.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.