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

We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889.

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

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

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

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.

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