Hicks last, but certainly not least, Bill
May 18, 2003
Cattle Drive Story
One day I was walking to the meat market to get some beef for that
night’s dinner. When I was at the meat market, the butcher was talking
about three cowboys and a cowgirl. Their names were Jose, a Mexican vaquero
whose ancestors once taught the Texans how to ranch, Maria, Jose’s wife,
and Bill, the cook. The butcher said that they were looking for one more
cowboy, and that they were going to travel on the Goodnight-Loving Trail to
sell cattle in the Northeast to make a big profit.I said I would join
their cattle drive.
The next day Jose, Maria, and Bill came to my house to discuss plans.
On the day of July 25 we would start our drive.There were sixty cattle
going on the drive. Jose said that the larger the number of cattle on the
drive the better to support supply and demand. The demand for cattle was
in the North-East to support their growing population with beef.So Texas
cowboys supplied them with cattle drives.
When July 25 finally arrived we all met at San Angelo to start our
journey. All of the provisions for our journey were packed in our covered
wagon: food, guns, bullets, clothing, and last, but certainly not least,
Bill our cook. The first few days went fine, but then without realizing it
we accidentally went off of the trail and rode into Indian Territory.We
were raided by a band of Apaches. They held us captive until we made a
deal with them. For seven cattle the Apaches would let us go and tell us
the way back to the trail. The Apaches agreed, and told us the way back to
the trail and in exchange we paid our end of the bargain.
Once back on the trail, everything went well until a rattlesnake bit
Bill and we had to rest for three days while he recovered. When we finally
arrived at the Kansas Pacific Railroad we loaded our cattle on the train
and rode on the railroad to Kansas City. We sold our cattle and made 1,925
dollars; we each received 481 dollars. I was very happy that I decided to
go on the cattle drive, both for the money and for the wonderful
On the way back home, I drank some pond water that I thought was clean,
but it was not. Because of this, I had a horrible case of stomach ailment.
This slowed me down for five days, but I made it back to San Antonio.One
year later I went another cattle drive, I was now a cowboy.