A Lull in the Conversation

    When my two older brothers were about seven and ten, they were in the back seat of an old black four door car belonging to Dad’s friend T.H. Wingo. Apparently, they (the boys) had interrupted the ongoing conversation in the front seat on several occasions. Dad finally told
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Dry Bean Camp

        My dad expected his sons to make a hand, early in life.  He believed that if he put us on the best horses he had, we should be able to handle cattle like mature cowboys.  In later years, he recognized that his expectations were a little high for
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No Big Deal for the Man or the Time

A few years later when my dad was 17 or 18 years old, a cattle buyer from the Fort Worth Stockyards offered my dad a job he couldn’t refuse.  He took the job and lived at the stockyards. During this time frame, the cattle buyer and a friend of his
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At The Wagon

In 1913, my dad was three years old. His older brothers were seven and nine at the time, I believe. They were attempting to live on their own in Archer County after their mother had died. Their dad, my granddad, was a cowboy on the Waggoner Ranch some sixty miles
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Regarding Wild West Stories

My editor, website designer, and the love of my life, have all encouraged me to share some stories with you. Somewhat reluctantly, I have finally agreed. My previous reluctance involved why anyone unfamiliar with our family history would be interested in what I will tell you are real family stories.
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