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.

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

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

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

Indians were frequently off their reservations.