I Had Many Enemies Among

Frontiersmen Good And Bad, Gunmen As Well As Inspired Prophets Of The Future, Have Been My Camp Companions. Thus, I Know The Country Of Which I Am About To Write As Few Men Now Living Have Known It.

Quick As Lightning Wild Bill Pulled His Revolver. The Stranger Fell Dead, Shot Through The Brain.

The Indians Said The Bones Were Those Of A Race Of People ... Three Times The Size Of A Man.

The Mccarthy Boys, At The Proper Moment, Gave Orders To Fire Upon The Advancing Enemy.

My First Plan Of Escape Having Failed, I Now Determined Upon Another.