I'd always entertained the notion I'd just fade into the sunset, repentant for my sins, yet glad I chased my dream, followed my heart--truly lived. I'd be far and away, high in the mountains, watching with peaceful eyes my last days pass before me. As the relentless encroachment of civilization approached, the Great Spirit would take me, mounted on my medicine horse, across--over to the other side, to the buffalo grounds, back into the wild, forever... The...
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"Twenty-five a night, thirty-five for an upstairs room, but we don't 'llow no parties up there … not even no whores--understand?" Yeah, I got it. Ten bucks more for being spared the noise, puke, fights, bed banging, and a shooting or two that was seemingly expected on the waterfront level; payable in advance of course. Sizing me up, the clerk leaned across the old mahogany counter as a ship's bell echoed from The Narrows--whirling overhead the...
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Wild Bill and I stood there in a scene looking as if it was straight out of a history book, two men, tired of the illusion civilization offers, appearing more Indian in our values than ever the white world could flavor. The older seasoned veteran of the mountain life and a young boy of twenty-two seeing where we stood, stating our views, palavering about the wilderness life, deeds we'd done, but I don't think the local ...
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