12/14/1863, That was the day, the month, and year that a small baby girl was born, a girl who would end up motherless and would be brought up by a very loving father and adoring Aunt. A girl who would be forced to learn how to survive in a world full of anger,lust, hatred, but also find love and friendship. That girl was me, Dahlia Rose Stewart. This is how life has been for me the past almost 18yrs.

1891, Janurary 17th, the day my husband died. The most painful day of my life and one I would never forget.

"Of all weapons in the world, Love is the most dangerous."

this is a story devoted to my best friend William H. Bonney aka Billy the Kid. I had hurt him so deeply and I know it I am trying to say that I am sorry for what I have done. it has been years since I have seen him after I had shot him I came to the town of Refuge to find him and tell him that I am so very sorry