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.
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During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.
When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes.
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.