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.
During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.
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.
I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup him for comfort.