His health had been failing for some time, and shortly afterward he died at Mr.
Boggs's residence on Picket Wire Creek.
Soon after the adventure with Scotty I had my celebrated buffalo shooting contest with Billy Comstock, a well-known guide, scout, and interpreter.

Comstock, who was chief of scouts at Fort Wallace, had a reputation of being a successful buffalo hunter, and his friends at the fort--the officers in particular--were anxious to back him against me.
It was arranged that I should shoot a match with him, and the preliminaries were easily and satisfactorily arranged.

We were to hunt one day of eight hours, beginning at eight o'clock in the morning.

The wager was five hundred dollars a side, and the man who should kill the greater number of buffaloes from horseback was to be declared the winner.

Incidentally my title of "Buffalo Bill" was at stake.
The hunt took place twenty miles east of Sheridan.