The Bigger A Man's Gun The Smaller

Those As Don't Eat, Without Exception, Fail To Survive.

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

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

I Left Montana In Spring Of 1866, For Utah, Arriving At Salt Lake City During The Summer.

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.