In my diary, of twenty years ago, I wrote on September 24th 2017, that: 'after she had a bath and chose clothes from my wardrobe, including my new lace top which I haven't yet worn mself, Annie Oakley told us that she and her husband, George Butler were in Deadwood, Dakota, just before and after the murder of Wild Bill Hickok as part of a Grand Tour demonstrating their sharp-shooting abilities; only 16, she had admired Wild Bill although she wasn't so taken by Calamity Jane; she remembered Calamity's re-enactment of Hickok's murder and mysterious disappearance, following which Calamity Jane also mysteriously disappeared, but she could could shed no light on it; my otics still reverberated from the staccato of her gunfire earlier and I found the legerity of her tale, full of rainbows and unicorns, difficult to follow, although we were all transfixed when she described shooting an apple off Butler's head, after which she placed one on her own head and he took aim; she said she wondered if this would be the last thing she ever saw, her husband aiming his pistol just a few inches above her eyes – she had shut her eyes as he squeezed the trigger and when she opened them found herself sprawled on her back in our garden, with the apple (she supposed it was the same one) a few feet away – and supposing she had merely fainted and been brought somewhere to rest, she simply placed the apple on a fencepost and that was when I was awakened; my Auntie May had examined her and found her scalp to be grazed, with a kind of friction burn which would have been caused by a bullet, and considered that she would certainly have been concussed, but as she now showed little sign of a persistent injury, May had cleaned and dressed the wound and din't feel there was any need for a visit to A&E unless she is sick and has a severe headache; needless to say, Annie was thrilled to meet Wild Bill and Calamity, but I sensed a slight frisson between the two women, and Jane made a point of telling Annie that she is Wild Bill's wife, which he has now decided not to dispute, perhaps wisely, for see seems to be extremely tenacious and determined to achieve whatever (or whoever) she sets her cap at; but all being contemporaries they have been swapping tales of people we have never heard about and are just hoping that no more Wild West Folk Heroes and Heroines land up on us!' well, that was before I had any inkling of what lay in store for us all . . . . .