Curly Bill Brocius sat in the front row of the Birdcages Theatre in Tombstone Arizona. The outlaw had heard of a new show happening with a woman dancer and he was immediately intrigued in the dance.

When you got on stage and danced, the cowboy would whistle, howl like a wolf and cat call you pretty much all at the same time until your act was done. And when you were done, Curly got up and immediately tried to get backstage to meet you.

He knocked on your dressing room door.