I'm drunk. Correct. What the f*** is it to you?
The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.
I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.
During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.
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.
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.