It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

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

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.

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.

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.