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Updated: June 2, 2025
To watch, or better still to ride, a first-class cutting horse is a treat indeed. During these last few years of ranch life my leisure gave me time to make odd excursions here and there. Good shooting was to be had near Amarillo any amount of bobwhite quail, quantities of prairie-chickens, plovers, etc. And, by-the-bye, at Fort Sumner I had all to myself the finest kind of sport.
The place which is now the city of Childress being the largest, and also the last settlement we passed through, and the last sign of civilization we saw until we struck Bent's Fort which was on the Arkansas river below what is now the city of Pueblo in the state of Colorado which was at that time a territory just a little north of what is now the city of Amarillo.
From Amarillo I trained north to Salt Lake City, passing through the wonderful gorge of the Arkansas River and the cañon of the Grand; scenery extremely wild and impressive. At Salt Lake found a large, busy, up-to-date city. Visited the tabernacle, and heard the great organ, the largest in the world; and a very fine choir.
It was Pete Ratty M'Gill's acquaintance the man who had been orderly at the Bylittle Soldiers' Home, and who had come all the way to the Panhandle to try to secure the treasure in the old Spanish chest. Perhaps Frances had half expected some such incident as this to punctuate her journey to Amarillo. Nevertheless, the reckless tone of the man, and the way he used his rifle, troubled her.
"But to remember all those girls I knew in Amarillo! How different their lives are from mine! "How different they must look and behave. Why, I'm a perfect tomboy. Pratt said I was wonderful just as though I were a trick pony, or an educated goose! "I do things he never saw a girl do before, and he thinks it strange and odd.
"How do you know?" snapped Pete. "Seed it. Standing all corded up and with a tag on it, right in the hall. Knowed Sam was going to get ready a four-mule team for Amarillo to-morrow morning. The gal's going with it, and Mack Hinkman to drive. Good-night! if there's treasure in that chest, you'll have to break into the Merchants' and Drovers' Bank of Amarillo to get at it take that from me!"
It was home, and every tender tie of her life bound her to it and to the old man who she knew was sitting somewhere on the veranda, with his pipe and his memories. There never was such another beautiful place as the old Bar-T! Frances was sure of that. She longed for Amarillo and what the old Captain called "the frills of society"; but could she give up the ranch for them?
"Mebbe we'll have good news for you when you come back, Frances!" called the ranchwoman, quite filling the door with her ample person as she watched the Bar-T wagon, and the girl herself, take the trail for Amarillo. Mack Hinkman was quite wrought up over the adventure of the previous evening.
That was certainly laying no cross on the teamster's shoulders, for he was not generally garrulous. They put up at the hotel that night and Frances did her errands in Amarillo the next day without being disturbed by awkward questions regarding their adventure.
And then suddenly he broke out laughing. "What's tickling you, Pratt?" asked Frances, in her most matter-of-fact tone. "I was just wondering," the Amarillo young man replied, "what Sue Latrop will think of you when she comes out here." "Who's she?" asked Frances, a little puzzled frown marring her smooth forehead.
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