Books [T. N. McKinney]
“One time, when I was a child, I was hunting the mules for two of my sisters and a couple of young men to come to a dance at Uvalde. The pony I was on belonged to one of the young men and was a race pony. Well, my father had some sheep out there and a young lamb jumped up and run right under my horse. He began to kick and pitch, and threw me off and my foot hung in the stirrup and, of course, that scared him worse and he started to run, dragging me as he went. He drug me a long ways and kicked me in the chest. All the skin was off of my face. Finally, my foot came a-loose and they picked me up unconscious
“One time, two of my brothers was with a cow outfit and they were camped on Turkey Creek. There was W. M. Pulliam, Old Man Pete Bowles and his son, John Bowles, Dock Krebreaum, R. C. and T. C. McKinney and a bunch of Mexican hands. They were on a roundup. Well, the Indians raided the outfit while the men were on the range and got every horse they had except the ones they were riding and the old pack horse. Dock Krebreaum and one of my brothers had had a little quarrel that day when they were gathering cattle. That night my brother was standing around the campfire and he wouldn't go to bed.