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So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friend

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley. – Buffalo Bill

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Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed. – Buffalo Bill

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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. – Buffalo Bill

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My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long. – Buffalo Bill

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