How about a kiss?Are you man enough to try? she asked.

It was a quiet day in Tombstone.

Billy the Kid shooting all those people over in New Mexico has made gunfighting real popular with the public.

You can scare off a lot of cowboys just by looking mean, I guess.

Henpecked, the great Wyatt Earp, Cody said.You evidently don't know Jessie, Wyatt said. If she's in one of her tempers she'd put a hyena to flight ...

He had ridden his horse into the saloon on a dare from a whore – his practice was always to accept dares; it spiced life up a little.

But the English are different, and they don't know how to be other than different.

He decided not to shoot the tall stranger, mainly because he admired his soft felt hat.

Could any woman live every day with that level of masculinity?

She wasn't going to succeed in newspapers if she didn't ask the big questions when she could.

She sighed. Men were a pain.

Afterwards the members of the little war party felt fine. Torturing whites was a splendid way to spend the afternoon.

There was said to be measuring of penises at the Orchid, but was it true and if so what did mean?

He had hit with his closed fist and knocked her sprawling. It took talent to make Wyatt lose his temper, but Jessie knew just how to do it, and did it mainly just to have something happening. Pouring...

I pride myself on being able to put up with a lot," Nellie said. "But bagpipers are pretty much my limit.

No half measures, he muttered several times. It was his personal motto; he intended to have it latinised and put on a crest.

Such is the life and death of a good cowboy.

I don't claim to know much: cards, fucking, and dentistry about covers it, Doc said.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

And it's the only whorehouse in town. They say if you can sprout up twelve inches of dick you get to fuck free.