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Updated: June 4, 2025
What did we wear, that bright morning when, all ready at last, the cook on the chuck-wagon, the boats ambling ahead, with Bill Hossick, the teamster, driving the long line of heavily packed horses and our own saddlers lined up for the adventure, we moved out on to the trail?
We always have a chuck-wagon on the round-ups, you know. But it's a name that used to be quite common in the West." "Yes, it comes from the Spanish Chiquita," he said. He repeated the word with the soft caressing Spanish accent, "Che-keé-tah!" A flood of scarlet swept up into the girl's pallid face, and slowly subsided to her normal rich coloring.
Ida Mary asked, as he drank the hot coffee and devoured the food ravenously, moving his hands as though they hurt him unbearably. "This mornin'. Been working with that fire since noon; I had started for the chuck-wagon when I smelt smoke...." "Lone Star, why did you risk your life to save a reservation full of homesteaders?" I asked him.
I've about made up my mind to take the chuck-wagon to town and stock it with grub, and hit out on roundup t'morrer or next day. I don't see as there's any sense in setting around here waitin' on Luck and lettin' my own work slide. Chavez boys, they started out yest'day, I heard in town.
Formerly a chuck-wagon cook in Texas, Chow was now head chef on Tom's expeditions. As usual, a ten-gallon hat was perched on his balding head and he was stomping along in high-heeled boots. "Wow! A shirt to end all shirts!" Tom chuckled. "Real high style, eh?" Chow twirled about to display his latest Western creation.
When the twenty-seven men of the outfit had straggled into the yard surrounding the big corral the chuck-wagon, bearing the cook and his assistant, trailing a little behind, and followed by the horses of the remuda with the wrangler hurling vitriolic language in the rear Harlan was standing beside Purgatory near the corral fence in front of one of the bunkhouses.
When several friends of Blocker, noticing the brand, began joking him, he made this explanation: "No, I don't claim him; but he came into my herd the other night and got to hossing my steers around. We couldn't keep him out, and I thought if he would just go along, why we'd put him under the yoke and let him hoss that chuck-wagon to amuse himself.
For a couple of hours he sat in the smoking section and discussed politics with a Chicago drummer. He knew that Frank was very tired, and he let him sleep till the diner was taken on at Lordsburg. Then he excused himself to the traveling man. "I reckon I better go and wake up my pardner. I see the chuck-wagon is toddling along behind us."
The cowboy dropped stirrup from saddle horn and came forward stiff-leggedly, leading his horse. His sun-baked face, grimed with the dust of the herd, was aglow with heat, and his eyes showed gratitude. A cup of water from the hand of the boss's wife was worth a gallon from the barrel slip-slopping along in the lurching chuck-wagon. "How's the kids makin' out, Mis' Birnie?"
He had uncovered the water barrel and looked in, and had ridden straight over to the chuck-wagon, his horse walking alongside the high seat where Step-and-a-Half sat perched listlessly with a long-lashed oxwhip in his hand. Father had talked for a few minutes, and had ridden back scowling. "That old scoundrel has got two ten-gallon kegs that haven't been touched!" he told mother.
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