Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. Mary Leakey Miles]
He was an awful person to curse and that's how the white men knew where he was and got to him, they heard him cursing. The Indians run but they didn't know the gun was empty. At least, my father thought it was. He had another shell and didn't know it.
“We've entertained many an outlaw in our home. We didn't know who they were, for they came under different names of course. A man named Longely stayed for awhile. He was a great desperado and at one time he was to be hung but the doctor fixed it so his neck wouldn't break, and he got out of his coffin alive. There were saloons there and some lively times in those days. Many a thing happened that weren't ever told.
“I used to ride on the range but I couldn't rope like my sister could. That was one thing I never learned to do so well. We had brothers to do that but my sister was nearly as good. I never helped with the round-ups as much as I worked with the stock about the place. My father used to send cattle out north of there. I don't know where they went to but guess some buyer come in and taken them north.
“I've had horses run away with me and throw me too. I went on crutches a whole
“Pat was my favorite horse. He was a red roan. I thought he was awful smart but of course he belonged to me. He saved me from the Indians one time. It happened between the Frio River and what we call the Spring Branch. I wasn't far from my sister when the Indians run [?] us. My sister heard the cracking of the horses' hoofs and hollered to me, 'Better go home!' and we broke and run. She went one