On reaching the ranch we found that Mr. Booth and some of his neighbors had arrived from the Frio with their contingent.  They had been allotted six hundred head, and had brought down about two hundred extra cattle in order to allow some choice in accepting.  These were the only mixed brands that came in on the delivery, and after they had been culled down and accepted, my employer appointed Aaron Scales as clerk.  There were some five or six owners, and Scales must catch the brands as they were freed from the branding chute.  Several of the owners kept a private tally, but not once did they have occasion to check up the Marylander’s decisions.  Before the branding of this hunch was finished, Wilson, from Ramirena, rode into the ranch and announced his cattle within five miles of Las Palomas.  As these were the last two hundred to be passed upon, Nancrede asked to have them in sight of the ranch by sun-up in the morning.

On the arrival of the trail outfit from San Antonio, they brought a letter from the contractors, asking that a conveyance meet them at Oakville, as they wished to see the herd before it started.  Tiburcio went in with the ambulance to meet them, and they reached the ranch late at night.  On their arrival twenty-six hundred of the cattle had already been passed upon, branded, and were then being held by Nancrede’s outfit across the river at their camp.  Dupree, being a practical cowman, understood the situation; but Camp was restless and uneasy as if he expected to find the cattle in the corrals at the ranch.  Camp was years the older of the two, a pudgy man with a florid complexion and nasal twang, and kept the junior member busy answering his questions.  Uncle Lance enjoyed the situation, jollying his sister about the elder contractor and quietly inquiring of the red-haired foreman how and where Dupree had picked him up.

The contractors had brought no saddles with them, so the ambulance was the only mode of travel.  As we rode out to receive the Wilson cattle the next morning, Uncle Lance took advantage of the occasion to jolly Nancrede further about the senior member of the firm, the foreman smiling appreciatingly.  “The way your old man talked last night,” said he, “you’d think he expected to find the herd in the front yard.  Too bad to disappoint him; for then he could have looked them over with a lantern from the gallery of the house.  Now, if they had been Yankee clocks instead of cattle, why, he’d been right at home, and could have taken them in the house and handled them easily.  It certainly beats the dickens why some men want to break into the cattle business.  It won’t surprise me if he asks you to trail the herd past the ranch so he can see them.  Well, you and Dupree will have to make him some dinero this summer or you will lose him for a partner.  I can see that sticking out.”