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.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.
The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.
I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
