While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

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.

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

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

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

The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.