Reed Anthony, Cowman eBook

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Before leaving Fort Sumner an agreement had been entered into between my employers and the contractors for a third herd.  The delivery was set for the first week in September, and twenty-five hundred beeves were agreed upon, with a liberal leeway above and below that number in case of accident en route.  Accordingly, on our return to Loving’s ranch active preparations were begun for the next drive.  Extra horses were purchased, several new guns of the most modern make were secured, and the gathering of cattle in Loving’s brand began at once, continuing for six weeks.  We combed the hills and valleys along the main Brazos, and then started west up the Clear Fork, carrying the beeves with us while gathering.  The range was in prime condition, the cattle were fat and indolent, and with the exception of Indian rumors there was not a cloud in the sky.

Our last camp was made a few miles above Fort Griffin.  Military protection was not expected, yet our proximity to that post was considered a security from Indian interference, as at times not over half the outfit were with the herd.  We had nearly completed our numbers when, one morning early in July, the redskins struck our camp with the violence of a cyclone.  The attack occurred, as usual, about half an hour before dawn, and, to add to the difficulty of the situation, the cattle stampeded with the first shot fired.  I was on last guard at the time, and conscious that it was an Indian attack I unslung a new Sharp’s rifle and tore away in the lead of the herd.  With the rumbling of over two thousand running cattle in my ears, hearing was out of the question, while my sense of sight was rendered useless by the darkness of the morning hour.  Yet I had some very distinct visions; not from the herd of frenzied beeves, thundering at my heels, but every shade and shadow in the darkness looked like a pursuing Comanche.  Once I leveled my rifle at a shadow, but hesitated, when a flash from a six-shooter revealed the object to be one of our own men.  I knew there were four of us with the herd when it stampeded, but if the rest were as badly bewildered as I was, it was dangerous even to approach them.  But I had a king’s horse under me and trusted my life to him, and he led the run until breaking dawn revealed our identity to each other.

The presence of two other men with the running herd was then discovered.  We were fully five miles from camp, and giving our attention to the running cattle we soon turned the lead.  The main body of the herd was strung back for a mile, but we fell on the leaders right and left, and soon had them headed back for camp.  In the mean time, and with the breaking of day, our trail had been taken up by both drovers and half a dozen men, who overtook us shortly after sun-up.  A count was made and we had every hoof.  A determined fight had occurred over the remuda and commissary, and three of the Indians’ ponies had been killed, while some thirty arrows had found lodgment in our wagon.  There were no casualties in the cow outfit, and if any occurred among the redskins, the wounded or killed were carried away by their comrades before daybreak.  All agreed that there were fully one hundred warriors in the attacking party, and as we slowly drifted the cattle back to camp doubt was expressed by the drovers whether it was advisable to drive the herd to its destination in midsummer with the Comanches out on their old hunting grounds.

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