Buffalo Bill had come to the winter of his colorful life. Years in the saddle, for real and for show, had taken their cut. Not to mention booze and the relentless passing of the years. But the storied old plainsman wasn’t dead yet. Chivalrously helping the two young Shoshone women into his buggy, he planted his boot on the small metal step and climbed i…
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