correspondence from a kaput gunfighter amd gambler.

From the letter of wild bill hickcock to his estranged wife.

Dearest agnes, i thirst for that other shore.  Amazed still that a man cam die of thirst on am ocean of disconcerted thoughts and random facts about a person.

-as opened and read aloud by Francis Walcott to mr Charlie Utter, esq.

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