I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

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.

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

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

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

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