12/14/1863, That was the day, the month, and year that a small baby girl was born, a girl who would end up motherless and would be brought up by a very loving father and adoring Aunt. A girl who would be forced to learn how to survive in a world full of anger,lust, hatred, but also find love and friendship. That girl...
1891, Janurary 17th, the day my husband died. The most painful day of my life and one I would never forget.
this is a story devoted to my best friend William H. Bonney aka Billy the Kid. I had hurt him so deeply and I know it I am trying to say that I am sorry for what I have done. it has been years since I have seen him after I had shot him I came to the town of Refuge to find him and tell him that I am so very sorry
