While In El Paso, I Met Mr.

On October 28th, 1887, I Became The Mother Of A Girl Baby, The Very Image Of Its Father, At Least That Is What He Said, But Who Has The Temper Of Its Mother.

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?

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.