Near the latter end of April, a contract was let for two new tanks on the Ganso grant of land.  Had it not been for the sale of beef, which would require our time the greater portion of the summer, it was my employer’s intention to have built these reservoirs with the ranch help.  But with the amount of work we had in sight, it was decided to let the contract to parties who made it their business and were outfitted for the purpose.  Accordingly in company with the contractor, Uncle Lance and myself spent the last few days of the month laying off and planning the reservoir sites on two small tributaries which formed the Ganso.  We were planning to locate these tanks several miles above the juncture of the small rivulets, and as far apart as possible.  Then the first rainfall which would make running water, would assure us a year’s supply on the extreme southwestern portion of our range.  The contractor had a big outfit of oxen and mules, and the conditions called for one of the reservoirs to be completed before June 15th.  Thus, if rains fell when they were expected, one receptacle at least would be in readiness.

When returning one evening from starting the work, we found Tony Hunter a guest of the ranch.  He had come over for the special purpose of seeing me, but as the matter was not entirely under my control, my employer was brought into the consultation.  In the docket for the May term of court, the divorce proceedings between Esther and Jack Oxenford would come up for a hearing at Oakville on the seventh of the month.  Hunter was anxious, if possible, to have all his friends present at the trial.  But dates were getting a little close, for our first contingent of beeves was due on the coast on the twentieth, and to gather and drive them would require not less than ten days.  A cross-bill had been filed by Oxenford’s attorney at the last hour, and a fight was going to be made to prevent the decree from issuing.  The judge was a hold-over from the reconstruction regime, having secured his appointment through the influence of congressional friends, one of whom was the uncle of the junior stage man.  Unless the statutory grounds were clear, there was a doubt expressed by Esther’s attorney whether the court would grant the decree.  But that was the least of Hunter’s fears, for in his eyes the man who would willfully abuse a woman had no rights, in court or out.  Tony, however, had enemies; for he and Oxenford had had a personal altercation, and since the separation the Martin family had taken the side of Jack’s employer and severed all connections with the ranch.  That the mail contractors had the village of Oakville under their control, all agreed, as we had tested that on our return from Fort Worth the spring before.  In all the circumstances, though Hunter had no misgivings as to the ultimate result, yet being a witness and accused of being the main instigator in the case, he felt that he ought, as a matter of precaution, to have a friend or two with him.