Those as don't eat, without exception, fail to survive.
Left the ranch in 1883, went to California, going through the States and territories, reached Ogden the latter part of 1883, and San Francisco in 1884.
I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup him for comfort.
During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.
I figure if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.
The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.