ket with stones piled
over his grave. After this engagement with the Indians I seemed to lose
all sense as to what fear was and thereafter during my whole life on the
range I never experienced the least feeling of fear, no matter how
trying the ordeal or how desperate my position.

The home ranch was located on the Palo Duro river in the western part of
the Pan Handle, Texas, which we reached in the latter part of May, it
taking us considerably over a month to make the return journey home from
Dodge City. I remained in the employ of the Duval outfit for three
years, making regular trips to Dodge City every season and to many other
places in the surrounding states with herds of horses and cattle for
market and to be delivered to other ranch owners all over Texas, Wyoming
and the Dakotas. By strict attention to business, born of a genuine love
of the free and wild life of the range, and absolute fearlessness, I
became known throughout the country as a good all around cow boy and a
splendid hand in a stampede.

After returning from one of our trips north with a bunch of cattle in
the fall of 1872, I received and accepted a better position with the
Pete Gallinger company, whose immense range was located on the Gila
River in southern Arizona. So after drawing the balance of my pay from
the Duval company and bidding good bye to the true and tried companions
of the past three years, who had learned me the business and been with
me in many a trying situation, it was with genuine regret that I left
them for my new position, one that meant more to me in pay and
experience. I stayed with Pete Gallinger company for several years and
soon became one of their most trusted men, taking an important part in
all the big round-ups and cuttings throughout western Texas, Arizona and
other states where the company had interests to be looked after,
sometimes riding eighty miles a day for days at a time over the trails
of Texas and the surrounding country and naturally I soon became well
known among the cowboys, rangers, scouts and guides it was my pleasure
to meet in my wanderings over the country, in the wake of immense herds
of the long horned Texas cattle and large bands of range horses. Many of
these men who were my companions on the trail and in camp, have since
become famous in story and history, and a braver, truer set of men never
lived than these wild sons of the plains whose home was in the saddle
and their couch, mother earth, wit