We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889.

When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes.

At this age, I should be leading a quiet life.

While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

The introvert's anthem for not wanting to hang out is 'It's not you; it's me.

Having a home, husband, and child ought to be enough for any woman's life. I mean, that's what we are meant for, isn't it? But still I think every day is a lost day. As if only half of me is alive. The other half is pressed down in a bag and suffocated.