Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
But the love of adventure was in father's blood.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
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.