Showing posts with label Wild Bill Hickok. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild Bill Hickok. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

In his prime



. . . if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I’d not have believed it — and I knew Hickok in his prime, remember, before his eyesight went, and John Wesley Hardin, too.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.282, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Monday, 19 March 2012

Nursing his blood lust



But mostly he was nursing his blood lust, I knew, anticipating the pleasure of shooting assassins — in the back no doubt. He was what Hickook called “a killing gentleman”, was our young Willem. Just like dear old dad.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.126, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.



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Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Astonishing encounter



…what followed was perhaps the most astonishing encounter between two men that I ever saw — and I was at Appomattox, remember, and saw Bismarck and Gully face to face with the mauleys, and held a shotgun when Hickok confronted Wesley Hardin.


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.107, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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