During The Fall And Winter We Built

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.

The Bigger A Man's Gun The Smaller His Doodlewick.

I Figure If A Girl Wants To Be A Legend, She Should Go Ahead And Be One.

While In El Paso, I Met Mr. Clinton Burk, A Native Of Texas, Who I Married In August 1885.

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.