While In El Paso, I Met Mr.

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.

Left The Ranch In 1883, Went To California, Going Through The States And Territories, Reached Ogden The Latter Part Of 1883, And San Francisco In 1884.

We Remained In Texas Leading A Quiet Home Life Until 1889.

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.

I'm Drunk. Correct. What The F*** Is It To You?