During The Fall And Winter

I'd Punch That Cocksucker In The Balls Before I'd Cup Him For Comfort.

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 Were Ordered Out To Quell An Uprising Of The Indians, And Were Out For Several Days, Had Numerous Skirmishes During Which Six Of The Soldiers Were Killed And Several Severely Wounded.

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

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