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Updated: September 14, 2025
Under each of two big wooden boxes at opposite sides of the circle, a combatant lay. "Stand well back," ordered the Chief. And the crowd edged away. "Hey, you, Billy, I said no betting!" Billy Joint hastily pocketed the roll of bills he had been airing. "What's wrong, Frank?" For Ranger Winess limped into the ring, flinching at every step.
I turned around and around a few times in the same spot, then tried to throw a bucket of water up against the ceiling. Had I been the conflagration it would have ended then and there, for I was thoroughly drenched. Failing to be my own fire engine I ran out and happened to see Ranger Winess crossing the road. He must have been startled at my war whoop, for he came running.
Throwing on my bathrobe, I grabbed the broom and attacked the invader. I whacked it fore and aft! I played a tune on its lank ribs! Taken completely by surprise, it hightailed clumsily up through the pines, with me and my trusty broom lending encouragement. When morning came, showing the havoc wrought on my despoiled posies, I was ready to weep. Ranger Winess joined me on my way to breakfast.
We were about to give up and go back to Headquarters for men and lights when Ranger Winess stumbled over her as she crouched behind a log. She would have frozen to death in a very short time, and her coyote-picked bones would probably never have been discovered. She insisted she knew what she was about, and we had literally to lift her into the car and take her back to El Tovar.
They pushed in and loudly demanded their rights from the owners of the fightin' badgers. In fair play to both sides, Frank Winess was chosen from the ranger force and a sheik stage-driver, newly arrived, represented Fred Harvey. The guides were forced to be satisfied with this arrangement. We disbanded to meet at seven for the fight.
"Nothin', Chief," bravely trying to cover up the pain with a grin. "I asked you what's the matter!" "Well, gee whiz, if you have to know everything, one of them broncs piled up with me this afternoon, and I busted my knee." The Chief felt sorry for Frank, because he knew how his heart was set on the sport in hand. "Sorry, Winess, but you'll have to step out and let Charley take your place."
One of them rode down the icy trail to Indian Gardens and brought back crisp, spicy watercress to garnish the turkey. After it became an effort to chew, and impossible to swallow, we washed the dishes and gathered around the blazing fire. Ranger Winess produced his omnipresent guitar and swept the strings idly for a moment. Then he began to sing, "Silent Night, Holy Night."
"Did he die?" we questioned anxiously. Ranger Winess and the Chief looked at each other and grinned. "Do I look like a dead one?" Ranger Winess demanded. "I couldn't let him die," White Mountain said. "We had just lost one Government man, mysteriously, and hadn't any more to spare. So I got his dogs and sledge and hauled him into Headquarters." Of course we wanted to know about the "lost" ranger.
But Hollywood wasn't Grand Canyon, and there wasn't a horse there, not even Tom's celebrated Tony, that had half as much brains as his own bay Tony of the ranger horses. So Winess came back to us, and everybody was happy again. While the picture was being made, some of the company found a burro mother with a broken leg, and Ranger Winess mercifully ended her suffering.
The days were disagreeable, but the evenings were spent in the cabin, Ranger Winess with his guitar and the other boys singing while we girls made fudge or sea-foam. Such quantities of candy as that bunch could consume! The sugar was paid for from the proceeds of a Put-and-Take game that kept us entertained.
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