MY THEORY OF
If the horse has a saddle and
the gun has a holster, then what,
Mr. Cowboy-Gunslinger, have I?
The terrible onslaught where we
slaughtered the Sioux is still ringing
in my mind : all that nose and bustle.
When the stage finally came it had
to run through a river of blood. By
such means, we made a nation.