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

Washington newspaper men know everything.

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

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

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.