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                    The train blew its whistle and we headed for the station.  Once on the train again, we settled

               down for a long ride and looked out the window at a lot of different ranches.  We saw cowboys


               working with cattle and we saw men herding sheep.  Once in a while we could see the road

               where the automobiles traveled.  There was more and more of them all the time.  Sometimes we


               saw the railroad fence crew working on the fence to keep cattle off the railroad tracks.  I had seen

               a lot of barbed wire while in the Marine Corps and I noticed more and more of it on all the


               ranches.  Ranchers were dividing pastures into smaller pieces.  I guess it made things a little

               easier and helped to keep your cattle contained in a confined area.  I still didn’t much like to see


               the country fenced like that.  I knew that bad fence makes bad neighbors so what little fence we

               did have, we kept up to the best of our ability.  The elk sure don’t cotton to barbed wire much.


               They keep the fences torn up.  I have found deer tangled up in it also.  I had a horse or two get

               cut because of it and it wasn’t my favorite thing.  Gilberto didn’t like it much either.

                    He came up with a suggestion that I found to be useful though.  He and Juan took some


               barbed wire and stripped all the barbs off of it.  They put some pieces from four feet long to ten

               feet long and left them in the weaning corral for the colts to get used to and therefore let them


               feel it around their feet without cutting them.  It was working.  We had a filly get her foot over a

               barbed wire and she didn’t panic.  She just stood there and let Juan and Gilberto get her foot off


               of it.  Gilberto proved to be a big asset to me and Tamale Ridge.

                    I had heard talk that Trinidad was trying to get a College established someday in the future


               and secretly, I wanted to get things lined up so that Olivia could come to America to further her

               education.  If she was anything like her brother, it would be money well spent.  Things were


               getting hectic as far as paper work.  The Government had installed a tax called Income Tax, back

               in ‘13’ based on the money you could earn in a years time.  Taxes were already a headache and it






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