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

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

If Wild Bill could have made his successful dash into our lines earlier in the day, the attuck would have been made sooner, and greater results might have been expected. The Confederates had suspected him of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him too closely to allow an opportunity to get away from them sooner.

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

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

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.