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.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.

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

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

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

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.