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Updated: June 12, 2025
On this famous ranch four miles east of the Pecos River, the Texas Rangers fought their fight with the Union soldiers and were whipped. Gone are those old days, gone are the old people, gone are the bones of the soldiers which have bleached upon the ruins of the Old Trail.
There were seven men in the posse, three besides Stillson from the Seven Rivers country, employees of the cow men on the Pecos, slim, brown, thin-featured fellows, who talked little either in the saddle or at the bivouac fire by night. The second night out they spent by a water hole in the desert; and on the morning of the third day they ran into their game, earlier than they had expected.
An Attack of "Buck Fever." Hal a Victim. I endeavor to comfort him. A Promise. The Black-tailed Deer. The Call and the Snake. Another Attempt. Defeated by a Panther. The Rio Pecos. The Country through which it runs. Old Acquaintances in the Distance. On a Bender. Ned to the Rescue. Old Jerry's Bear Story. The Comanche War Trail. A Visitor in Camp. Hal loses his Pony.
You will find Tiguex on the map, somewhere between the Ty-uonyi and the place where the Corn Woman crossed the Rio Grande. Cicuye is on the map as Pecos, in Texas. The Pawnees at this time occupied the country around the Platte River.
No; there must be a master craftsman behind this border pillage; a master capable of handling those terrors Poggin and Knell. Of all the thousands of outlaws developed by western Texas in the last twenty years these three are the greatest. In southern Texas, down between the Pecos and the Nueces, there have been and are still many bad men.
Near the head-waters of the Canadian another large river has its source. This the Pecos. Its course, you will observe, is nearly south, but your map is not correct, as for several hundred miles the Pecos runs within a few degrees of east. It afterwards takes a southerly direction, before it reaches its embouchure in the Rio Grande.
The trail followed the course of the river for several miles in the direction of the Concho Springs; but, at last, turned abruptly to the left, and commenced the ascent of the great "divide" which separates the waters of the Pecos from the headwaters of the San Pedro, leading us directly towards the former stream. For many hours we rode, hoping each moment to obtain a sight of the Indians.
And then, to the beat of the piano and the cornet's throbbing blare, the bad men of the Pecos told of the passing of the Man from Bitter Creek, and how his slayer came back down the river recovering his stolen cattle in the autumn.
Yet when I went into the Pecos National Forest, I put on the heaviest flannels I have ever worn in northernmost Canada and found them inadequate. We were blocked by four feet of snow on the trail; and one morning I had to break the ice in my bedroom pitcher to get washing water.
I'm come new to the camp from some'ers down 'round Seven Rivers in the Pecos country, an' I don't know a gent. Which I'm by nacher gregar'ous; so not knowin' folks that a-way weighs on me; an' the first night I'm thar, I hastens to remedy this yere evil.
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