Manuscripts/Mixed Material [J. M. Brown]
“When I got to be about 16 years old, I went to a place where when they had a stomp, it meant something. Bud Daggett hired me as a bronc buster, and he run around 6,000 head in the ' D ' iron, 15 miles from town, due North. I didn't have so awful much busting to do because he had some other good riders on the place. There was Walter Campbell, Lay Singers, Walter Lions, Will Green, and others. Cow punchers are like boomers. They drift to a place, work awhile, then drift along. Bud wouldn't hire a man though, unless he could really ride and rope. You take most of those fellows, and they were good shots, too.
“Of course, Fort Worth and Tarrant County was pretty well organized, and cattle rustling was held down pretty well. Better than it is now, because nowadays, the rustler uses a truck to do his stealing with. A truck with the tail gate forming a ramp. He can cut a fence, drive right up to a herd, run a couple to three or four up the ramp, put the ramp up to make his tail gate, then drive off to a butcher's where the beef will be butchered in a couple of hours, the hide and [off?l?] burnt, and no tell tale spots left. Nobody but the butcher and the driver knows a thing about it.
“What rustling we had was very little. Stampedes, fights, and fence trouble was all we had to bother us. You could pretty well figure on a stomp almost everytime you rounded up a herd of critters.