I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.
I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.
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.
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.
Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.