Don't Ever Say You Are Sorry For

The Cholera Had Broken Out At The Post, And Five Or Six Men Were Dying Daily.

Stations Were Built At Intervals Averaging Fifteen Miles Apart. A Rider's Route Covered Three Stations, With An Exchange Of Horses At Each, So That He Was Expected At The Beginning To Cover Close To Forty-five Miles - A Good Ride When One Must Average Fifteen Miles An Hour.

As A Good Horse Is Not Very Apt To Jump Over A Bank, If Left To Guide Himself, I Let Mine Pick His Own Way.

Wild Bill Was Anything But A Quarrelsome Man Yet I Have Personal Knowledge Of At Least Half A Dozen Men Whom He Had At Various Times Killed.

My Brother Was A Great Favorite With Everybody, And His Death Cast A Gloom Upon The Whole Neighborhood.