Many a wild and exciting hunt is thus called to my mind.
In May, 1868, the Kansas Pacific track was pushed as far as Sheridan.
Construction was abandoned for the time, and my services as buffalo hunter were no longer required.

A general Indian war was now raging all along the Western borders.

General Sheridan had taken up headquarters at Fort Hays, in order to be on the job in person.

Scouts and guides were once more in great demand, and I decided to go back to my old calling.
I did not wish to kill my faithful old Brigham by the rigors of a scouting campaign.

I had no suitable place to leave him, and determined to dispose of him.