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.

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.

I figure if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.

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.

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

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.