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

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

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'm drunk. Correct. What the f*** is it to you?

Those as don't eat, without exception, fail to survive.

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.