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

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

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

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

I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall.

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.

During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.