down on our horses and went riding around the herd of horses so this fellow would see us. He was standing by his horse fixing his saddle and when he saw us, he began looking suspicious and stepped up on his horse. We yelled and made a run for him. He didn't know what to do so he ran right toward us. When he passed us, we turned and took after him and run him right into the wagon. The Mexican at the wagon thought it was Indians, of course, and they really scattered. I finally caught his horse by the bridle before he recognized me. Then he saw who it was, he knew why I had done it but I told him I just took after him to see what on earth was the matter with him.
“In those days when a cowboy went to town, there was absolutely no place for him to go unless he went to the saloon. Once, in Pecos City I went into a saloon and there was an outlaw, Clay Allison , in the saloon. I was sitting down and he came over and put his foot up in my lap and there was nothing for me to do, but to hold his foot. I was just a kid and he was an older man and he was as bad a man as there was in those days.
“I knew John esley Hardin too. I was just a kid when he was doing all his meanness but he went to the pen and stayed for fifteen years and when he got out he came back to Gonzales and started practicing law. He got into another row with the sheriff and had to leave. He took up the ministry after that.
“Sheriff Morris of Pecos City was a bad one but they killed him. Gene Miller was an outlaw too and killed another sheriff there by the name of Bud Frazier. Frazier was sheriff at Pecos City for a long time but he waylaid Miller and shot him through the arm but Miller got his pistol out and started for Frazier but Frazier ran clear away. The second time Frazier tried to get 'im, it turned out about the same way. Frazier quit the office later and went up to Toyah and one day, he came into town and was in a