Frontiersmen Good And Bad, Gunmen

Well, Bill [bill Hickok] Was A Pretty Good Shot. But He Could Not Shoot As Quick As Half A Dozen Men We All Knew In Those Days, Nor As Straight Either. But Bill Was Cool, And The Men Who He Went Up Against Were Rattled, I Guess. Bill Beat Them To It. He Made Up His Mind To Kill The Other Man Before The Other Man Had Finished Thinking.

The Indians Kept Increasing In Numbers Until It Was Estimated That We Were Fighting From 800 To 1,000 Of Them.

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

If Wild Bill Could Have Made His Successful Dash Into Our Lines Earlier In The Day, The Attuck Would Have Been Made Sooner, And Greater Results Might Have Been Expected. The Confederates Had Suspected Him Of Being A Spy For Two Or Three Days, And Had Watched Him Too Closely To Allow An Opportunity To Get Away From Them Sooner.

My Restless, Roaming Spirit Would Not Allow Me To Remain At Home Very Long.