While In El Paso, I Met Mr.

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

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.

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.

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.

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