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

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

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.

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

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

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.