My Life With Buffalo Bill

Excerpt from My Life With Buffalo BillMr. Sorenson drove steadily and as fast as the trail and the horses' stamina would let him. We pulled into Choteau just as the sun was sending its last lingering traces out Of the mountains to the west - a drooping, mournful red that seemed in tune with our low spirits.We had never before made the trip into Choteau in one day's drive, so we were all tuckered out. Pa's Old friend, John Miller, the liveryman, as always, let us sleep in the livery stable Office. Perhaps, if Ma had let me, I would have meandered out into the wonders Of the streets Of the town again for I had been to town only two or three times in my life. But Ma was too wise for that and I soon slept. 'once or twice during the night I woke to hear a horse stomp an iron shoe against the slivered boards Of his stall.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.