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

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

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

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

During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.