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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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