Waiting In Style

I'm a little late today. I took my car to the car doctor early this morning then it was wait, wait, wait. About four hours worth of waiting. I spent some time reading the follow-up to PRESUMED INNOCENT, titled INNOCENT, both of course being written by Scott Turow. I also went for a nice walk. Had breakfast. Made a few calls. Then after I got the car back in good health I went to a lunch appointment. How do survive a four hour wait?

Speaking of reading, what is the longest you have waited to return a library book? Can you beat the record mentioned in the following article:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100520/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_book_library_washington

That's all for today.

Yesterday's answer was Belle Starr, also known as Myra Maybelle Shirley

Today's Who Am I?

I was the eldest of six children born in 1852 in Missouri. I died in South Dakota in 1903 and asked to be born next to the only man I ever loved, Wild Bill. My mother died in 1866, We then moved to Utah where my dad died in 1867. I became the head of the family and moved us to Wyoming. I had no formal education but set myself apart from other women because I could work and socialize with tough frontier men. From digging gold to drinking in bars to dressing and cussing like man I was better than the tough guys and they accepted me. I became an expert horse rider as a very young belle. I was considered a remarkable good shot and a fearless rider. I was described both as extremely attractive and as a pretty, dark-eyed woman. I joined General Custer or General Cook as a scout and went to Arizona for the Indian Campaign. Here I started dressing like a man. While in Arizona, in the winter of 1871, I had a great many adventures with the Indians, for as a scout I had a great many dangerous missions to perform and, while I was in many close places, I always succeeded in getting away safely, for by this time I was considered the most reckless and daring rider and one of the best shots in the western country. I knew both the Buffalo and The Wild Bills. I road to Fort Laramie then on to Deadwood. During the month of June, I acted as a pony express rider carrying the U.S. mail between Deadwood and Custer, a distance of fifty miles, over one of the roughest trails in the Black Hills country. As many of the riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting mail and money between these points. It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark. I made the round trip every two days which was considered pretty good riding in that country. I remained around Deadwood all that summer visiting all the camps within an area of one hundred miles. My friend, Wild Bill, remained in Deadwood during the summer with the exception of occasional visits to the camps. I remained in the Deadwood area locating claims and going from camp to camp. One morning in the spring of 1877, I rode toward Crook City. I had gone about twelve miles out when I met the overland mail running from Cheyenne to Deadwood. Upon looking closely I saw they were pursued by Indians. The horses ran to the barn as was their custom. As the horses stopped I rode along side of the coach and found the driver lying face downwards in the boot of the stage, he having been shot by the Indians. When the stage got to the station the Indians hid in the bushes. I immediately removed all baggage from the coach except the mail. I then took the driver's seat and with all haste drove to Deadwood, carrying six passengers and the dead driver. I later went to Rapid City to pan for gold. After that, I went to Fort Pierre, driving wagon trains from Rapid city to the fort, and from Fort Pierce to Sturgis. I was married at thirty-three but not to Wild Bill. I had a daughter in 1887. Late in my career I did shows being billed as the "heroine of a thousand thrilling adventures." Who Am I? Real name too please.