CHAPTER III

A SECOND TRIP TO FORT SUMNER

On the return trip we traveled mainly by night.  The proceeds from the sale of the herd were in the wagon, and had this fact been known it would have been a tempting prize for either bandits or Indians.  After leaving Horsehead Crossing we had the advantage of the dark of the moon, as it was a well-known fact that the Comanches usually choose moonlight nights for their marauding expeditions.  Another thing in our favor, both going and returning, was the lightness of travel westward, it having almost ceased during the civil war, though in ’66 it showed a slight prospect of resumption.  Small bands of Indians were still abroad on horse-stealing forays, but the rich prizes of wagon trains bound for El Paso or Santa Fe no longer tempted the noble red man in force.  This was favorable wind to our sail, but these plainsmen drovers predicted that, once traffic westward was resumed, the Comanche and his ally would be about the first ones to know it.  The redskins were constantly passing back and forth, to and from their reservation in the Indian Territory, and news travels fast even among savages.

We reached the Brazos River early in August.  As the second start was not to be made until the latter part of the following month, a general settlement was made with the men and all reengaged for the next trip.  I received eighty dollars in gold as my portion, it being the first money I ever earned as a citizen.  The past two months were a splendid experience for one going through a formative period, and I had returned feeling that I was once more a man among men.  All the uncertainty as to my future had fallen from me, and I began to look forward to the day when I also might be the owner of lands and cattle.  There was no good reason why I should not, as the range was as free as it was boundless.  There were any quantity of wild cattle in the country awaiting an owner, and a good mount of horses, a rope, and a branding iron were all the capital required to start a brand.  I knew the success which my father had made in Virginia before the war and had seen it repeated on a smaller scale by my elder brother in Missouri, but here was a country which discounted both of those in rearing cattle without expense.  Under the best reasoning at my command, I had reached the promised land, and henceforth determined to cast my fortunes with Texas.

Rather than remain idle around the Loving headquarters for a month, I returned with George Edwards to his home.  Altogether too cordial a welcome was extended us, but I repaid the hospitality of the ranch by relating our experiences of trail and Indian surprise.  Miss Gertrude was as charming as ever, but the trip to Sumner and back had cooled my ardor and I behaved myself as an acceptable guest should.  The time passed rapidly, and on the last day of the month we returned to Belknap.  Active preparations were