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

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

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

Well, Bill [Bill Hickok] was a pretty good shot. But he could not shoot as quick as half a dozen men we all knew in those days, nor as straight either. But Bill was cool, and the men who he went up against were rattled, I guess. Bill beat them to it. He made up his mind to kill the other man before the other man had finished thinking.