Salute to JP Lewis



by Mike Capron
I first met JP at a Dance in the Cienaga School House , forty eight years ago. It was my first date with Anne. We danced a long time to the music of the Lewis Family. The school house was crowded with people and the lights were never turned off or even dimmed. I watched JP play the piano a long time. I didn’t know many people there, but every other time I met someone, it was a Lewis. I don’t know if JP would recall this first meeting, but I sure never forgot it. JP was as big as the Piano he was playing and his fingers were larger than the keys, but he never missed a beat. Lots of Lewis men and all played some kind of instrument, switching randomly. We danced, visited and soaked up the Crow Flat Christmas air.   One of the best dances Anne and I ever went to and from then until now, no telling how many JP dances we have gone to.  All were my favorites. Whooooooo..Pie !!!   Was his call for time to dance. 
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The Little Bay Bronc



by  Steve Boscamp 
I have a story to relate to that bronc horse story. I grew up across the road from Tony Kunitz in Sinton He was my neighbor. I read a story that you had wrote about him and his ranch out in west Texas.
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A Good Horse I Called Blue



by Robert Shuford  
I’d like to tell you about a good horse I called Blue. Yeah, I know these horse’s names aren’t very original but when you’ve been dumped on your head as much as I have, you have to keep it simple. 
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How To Properly Gather A Resistant Goat



 by Rusty Fleming
Out in the west of Texas, and prob’ly all over the free world, there are weekly publications, free of charge, that go by a variety of names, such as in this case, the Thrifty Nickel, that can be found at the entrance of every convenience store and coin-operated laundermat or drug stores,  I guess just about anywhere.
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A Cow, a Constable and a Wedding



By Robert Shuford 
My buddy, Dale Felps,  to his eternal regret I’m sure, got me some work with Jake Lindsey. Mr. Lindsey had a grandson, Jay, and I became friends with him as well. 
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A Day on the Round-up



  by Mike Capron 
Recently I had a friend get his leg broken during a local round-up. It was a case of everyday life on Hurricane Deck of a Spanish Mule. The Cowboy was a seasoned hand and knew the ropes and how to survive the moment, but safety is never guaranteed in this lifestyle. His methods were tested and had worked for him in the past, but father time had been dealing him a new hand lately. 
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Mr. Woods and the Gate Cuts



by Robert Shuford 
 
Briggs Ranches has sale coming up soon, and that reminds me of fine old gentleman by the name of Mac Woods. He used to run Briggs Ranch from the Catarina operation. 
His wife was school teacher and rode the school bus, getting on in the morning at the first stop and off in the evening at the last stop. Us kids all liked Mrs. Woods but, trust me, having one of your teachers aboard really puts the damper on the horseplay. 
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Nan, The Half Broke Border Collie



  by Rusty Fleming
 
Cole’s place was a few miles north of San Angelo,,,,,Bronc and I had just bought 85 head of good 3 to 4 yr old recip Spanish does,,,,I had leased Cole’s place and turned the goats out,,,pretty good fences, lots of feed plus we were caking those nannies every other day, they were going to be our embryo transplant recipients,,,,,they were doing a great job of pruning the pastures and I thought they were contented to be where I had assigned them to be,,,,,,,
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A Bunkhouse Called Paradise



The last time I slept in this old bunkhouse
I was eight years old. Batwing shutters channeling southerlies,
the screen door squealing shut.
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Ol’ Yeller – Part 3



by Robert Shuford 
The ranch had about 125,000 acres between Laredo and Eagle Pass. There was roughly 20 miles of river frontage. Fever ticks had always been a problem in South Texas. They still are, but mostly confined to the areas up and down the Rio Grande. 
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