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I Was In Deadwood At The Time And On Hearing Of The Killing Made My Way At Once To The Scene Of The Shooting And Found That My Friend Had Been Killed By Mccall.

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

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

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During The Fall And Winter We Built Fort Meade And The Town Of Sturgis.