2 out of their way and saved his horse. He knew if he rode too fast and his horse gave out , they would sure get him. We heard his horse's feet coming and then there was a shot. Oh, yes, there was a bunch after him. He rode up to the yard gate and jerked the latch on the gate to get his horse in the yard so the Indians couldn't get 'im/ and as he came through the gate, he caught the rein of the bridle on it and pulled the rein across his pistol hanging on the horn. It was an old cap and ball pistol and it exploded and shot him through the arm. When the Indians heard the shot they turned and left there. My brother's arm got well all right but it was always crooked afterward.
“One time, me and Dick Weymiller had gone over to the Nunn and Burchfield ranch on Turkey Creek to cut a herd of cattle. We stayed all night there with Mr. Nunn at his ranch. And the next morning went over on the Gato Creek west of/ the Nunn ranch and got our cattle for the Kansas trail. We started back and was between the Nunn and Burchfield ranch , crossing Wood Slough , and a yearling broke and run off down the slough. So I lit out after him to bring him back to the herd and we were handing straight to a herd of Mr. Nunn's and Burchfield's horses. Well, I was going after that yearling in a big way and a big buck Indian was coming up on the other side to try to steal these horses. They said they saw the Indian coming and hollered at me to come back. I couldn't hear them for the noise my horse was making in the brush. When I got in about ten or fifteen feet of him, I saw him. I went back to the herd and let my yearling go. And the Indian went back to his bunch just as quick. Then we all left our herd and went home. The night we stayed at the Nunn ranch, the Indians had gone over to the Kansas herd and stole all the saddle horses there.
“My nurse was an Indian woman. A bunch of cowmen had captured her and wanted to kill'er. But my father said, No he wouldn't kill