“Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.”

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years’ service as a Pony Express rider.

Having secured my Indian actors, I started for Baltimore, where I organized my combination, and which was the largest troupe I had yet had on the road.

My debut upon the world’s stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

I found Spotted Tail’s lodge. He invited me to enter.

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.

Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.

But the love of adventure was in father’s blood.

Don’t ever say you are sorry for “being caught in the moment”. Because, at that moment, that is EXACTLY where you wanted to be.

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

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider’s route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles – a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.

If they were meant to be together they would find a way to do it.

The worse feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don’t care at all.

When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat.

They went in and out of each other’s minds without any effort.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.