Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. Robt. Lindsey]
We moved off the old ranch when I was around 12 years old, and went to San Saba county to live with my grand parents. They operated a small ranch, but it was one of the best grassed and watered places around that part of the country. That made it valuable, and several ranchers were always deviling grandfather to sell out. He wouldn't do it because that was his home, and if he sold it, he wouldn't have a home.
“That was one of the reasons a bunch of men bunched up and tried to run other ranchers out of the county. They called that gang 'The Mob.' It was always hard for me to understand just why they'd do the things they did. Why, they killed Shorty Brown, my grandmothers' brother, after they'd told him to leave and he wouldn't. The whole county turned out to hunt him when he come up missing, and they found him hung to a tree in his pasture by the creek.
“His son inherited the ranch, and they sent him notices to leave, but he wouldn't leave either. I saw these man ride by lots of times. You know, I'd be down on the creek, and they'd ride by on the other side of some timber. As long on nobody was looking at them, they didn't wear a mask, and I recognized several men, that were big ranchers, prominent men in the county. That was why I never could understand, because the men would be so prominent, and yet be so mean. Why, two different sheriffs, one by the name of Hawkins, and the other Atkinson, were the leaders of the 'Mob.'
“They sent my grandfather notice after notice, but he wouldn't bluff. I saw several of the notices, and they'd have a crude scaffold drawn on them.