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

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

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

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

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.

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