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I go around doing shit in life. Just livin my life. Minding my own business. Then I run into a CUNT. A DUMB FAT FUCKING CUNT. But if I walk up and beat her into pulp IM THE ASSHOLE. No, I’m supposed to swallow my anger and hatred and lose a day off my life because I can’t KILL HER. Fuck you BITCH

I go around doing shit in life. Just livin my life. Minding my own business. Then I run into a CUNT. A DUMB FAT FUCKING CUNT. But if I walk up and beat her into pulp IM THE ASSHOLE. No, I’m supposed to swallow my anger and hatred and lose a day off my life because I can’t KILL HER. Fuck you BITCH

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The next day, Hickok was playing poker again. He usually sat with his back to a wall so he could see the entrance, but the only seat available when he joined the game was a chair facing away from the door. He twice asked another man at the table, Charles Rich, to change seats with him, but Rich refused.[56] McCall then entered the saloon, walked up behind Hickok, drew his Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army .45-caliber revolver, and shouted, "Damn you! Take that!" before shooting Hickok in the back of the head at point-blank range.[57]

Hickok died instantly. The bullet emerged through his right cheek and struck another player, riverboat Captain William Massie, in the left wrist.[58][59] Hickok may have told his friend Charlie Utter and others who were traveling with them that he thought he would be killed while in Deadwood.