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

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

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.

During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.

I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall.