The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.

It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark.

I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup him for comfort.

I figure if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.

While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded.

The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.