CANDACE FLEMING

Buffalo Bill (A Forthcoming Biography)

May 11, 1887

Buffalo_Bill_Cody_ca1875-copy-240-pixOut­side the Lon­don are­na, William F. Cody sat astride his milk-white stal­lion, Char­lie, and inspect­ed his show’s per­form­ers. He had brought his entire outfit—two-hundred and eigh­teen per­form­ers, one-hun­dred and eighty hors­es, eigh­teen buf­fa­lo, ten elk, five wild Texas steers, four don­keys, two deer and a cou­ple of bears, not to men­tion a stage­coach, a repli­ca log cab­in, can­vas scenery, wag­ons, thir­ty-six brass instru­ments, rifles, sad­dles, and more bul­lets than a man could count—all the way from Amer­i­ca. He’d come with hopes of strik­ing it rich; of sell­ing mil­lions of tick­ets and mak­ing mil­lions of dol­lars. But nev­er in his wildest dreams had he expect­ed this—a com­mand per­for­mance ordered by Queen Vic­to­ria of Eng­land herself!

Cody had come a long way from herd­ing cows at five dol­lars a week to per­form­ing for roy­al­ty. As he watched his troupe gath­er, his mind must have flashed back to the sad boy who’d been forced to go to work full­time after his father’s death. Between his eleventh birth­day and his fif­teenth, Cody claimed to have freight­ed wag­ons across the fron­tier, sur­vived a star­va­tion win­ter at Fort Bridger, skir­mished with some Indi­ans and made friends with oth­ers, rid­den the Pony Express, prospect­ed for gold in Col­orado and hunt­ed buf­fa­lo on the Plains. And he’d woven all these adven­tures into his show. Giv­ing them titles like “Attack on the Set­tlers Cab­in,” “Buf­fa­lo Hunt as it was in the Far West,” and “Cow­boy Fun,” Cody re-enact­ed the expe­ri­ences of his young life for the enter­tain­ment of his audiences.

And tonight, his audi­ence was the Queen of Eng­land herself!

His blue eyes swept over his troupers. All looked in order. There stood Annie Oak­ley, “Lit­tle Sure Shot,” her rifle slung over her buck­skin-clad shoul­der. Behind her, bushy beard­ed John Nel­son perched atop the old Dead­wood stagecoach—the one Cody had won in a coin toss—reins in his hands and ready to go. The show­man looked for Lil­lian Smith. Lil­lian was good with a gun, too. But the flighty fif­teen-year old some­times arrived late for per­for­mances. Not today though. There she stood along with cham­pi­on rop­er, “Tex” McCloud and bron­co buster Har­ry Bran­nan, dressed to nines and rar­ing to go. Behind them, already mount­ed on horse­back, wait­ed Buck Tay­lor, “King of the Cow­boys,” along with his fel­low rid­ers. Those boys could ride any­thing they could get a leg across – bulls, buf­fa­los, hors­es. And the hors­es were real buck­ers. “There’s noth­ing fake in my whole show,” Cody liked to say. There were Native Amer­i­cans, too—more than nine­ty Lako­ta Sioux men, women and chil­dren. Wear­ing buck­skin and feath­ers, a group of war­riors sat bare­back on their ponies, waiting.

Inside the are­na, the Cow­boy Band struck up a live­ly tune. It was time for the grand entrance. Whoop­ing and hol­ler­ing, the Lako­ta war­riors gal­loped into the are­na at break­neck speed, the pound­ing of their hors­es’ hooves echo­ing across the wide-open space. Right behind them—six-shooters blazing—plunged the cow­boys, fol­lowed by Mex­i­can vaque­ros, griz­zled fron­tiers­men, rifle-tot­ing Texas rangers, and detach­ments dressed as the Unit­ed States cav­al­ry and artillery wild­ly wav­ing the stars and stripes. Around and around the are­na the per­form­ers looped until final­ly they formed a tremu­lous, col­or­ful square. Falling sud­den­ly silent, they turned and faced the queen.

There was a sus­pense-filled pause. Then…

A trum­pet sounded.

And in rode Cody. Wheel­ing his pranc­ing horse before the queen, he came to a quick stop. Char­lie reared up on his hind legs.

In her seat, Queen Vic­to­ria polite­ly clapped her lace-gloved hands.

Let­ting the horse down, Cody swept off his big som­brero. The long brown hair that he’d rolled up under it fell down around his shoulders.

Now, head held high, Cody’s deep voice soared over the grand­stands. And even though the only peo­ple in the grand­stand today were the Queen, her mil­i­tary escort and six ladies-in-wait­ing, he shouted:

“Ladies and gen­tle­men. Per­mit me to intro­duce to you—THE WILD WEST!”

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