nnie Oakley caught her breath. Striding across the<br > open air was a tall， handsome man in elaborately<br > embroidered fringed buckskins and thigh-high<br >leather boots. A diamond winked in the bright silk<br >neckerchief knotted at his throat.<br > \"Well， I do declare，\" Annie said. With his long<br >brown hair and wide-brimmed Stetson and that droopy<br >mustache and beard， he looked exactly like the pictures<br >Annie had seen in all those newspapers and magazines.<br >But this was no blurry drawing on faded newsprint， nei-<br >ther. No， siree. Immediately her heart set to pounding.<br >It was him. William Frederick Cody. Buffalo Bill<br >Cody.<br > Buffalo Bill stopped right in front of Annie， bowed<br >gallantly， and smiled.<br > \"Well， missie!\" he said. \"Let s see what you can<br >do.\"<br > Annie s husband， Frank Butler， pressed a long rifle<br >into Annie s hand.<br >
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