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loose end around the saddle horn (dally) to stop the animal he had roped. The rest of us did well to handle thirty feet of rope but R M could use all sixty feet of his.

Another guy who rode with us was Wiley Lacy and he was a most picturesque cowboy. Wiley was about six feet three with broad shoulders and slim hips. He had black curly hair and bright white teeth. Needless to say all the women looked at Wiley at least twice.

Bus Ellison, Jesse's brother, rode with us now and then. Now Bus was as homely as Wiley Lacy was handsome and here in lies a story I heard about the two of them. It seems that Bus and Wiley were working at the Q Ranch for R M Grantham and R M had a pretty young wife about whom he was greatly concerned because he thought something was not right at home. He gave considerable thought to his two hired hands, Wiley and Bus. He finally reached the conclusion that no woman would look twice at Bus Ellison because he was so ugly, so he fired Wiley Lacy. The next day Bus and the wife left together. She got a divorce from R M and married Bus. Certainly in this case R M's judgement was faulty. I have heard Bus joke about stealing calves from R M but I'll bet he did not joke about stealing his wife.

Other crew members at the ZT included Johnny Yeager who was a stubborn Dutch boy about my age. Oscar Reed was from Holbrook and he always took his pay in cattle since he was trying to build up a herd. Si Garlinghouse rode with us a few times and he was expert in handling mules or horses. Orville had a pack mule which had to be blindfolded in order to get a pack on him. Si took this mule in a large corral and put strong hobbles on his front legs. He then tied the front legs to a rope which was anchored to a hitching post in the center of the corral. Si picked up a saddle blanket and ran at the mule which tried to get away. When he hit the end of the rope he did a complete flip, landing on his side. When the mule got up Si ran at him again and he did another flip. After eight or ten times the mule refused to move when Si ran at him. After that experience, when we wanted to pack the mule we just placed a rope around his front legs and he stood stock still and gave no problem at all as we packed him.

Si Garlinghouse was a middle aged man when I knew him in the 1920s and 1930s. He was unable to work effectively in the early 1940s and was living outside Globe. He and Bob Penrod were both in the camp and both were drawing a small monthly check from some State Relief Fund that had begun in the Depression. When the Second World War began in 1941 and nearly all the young men left for the armed services, both Si and Bob went back to work on ranches. They felt this was their contribution to the war effort. When the war was over both men lost his job and the small relief program on which they subsisted had been terminated. I was told that these two veteran cowboys literally starved to death at their old camp site outside of Globe, too proud to ask for help and trying to make it on their own. They were old and crippled and worn out. When they were unable to get proper food they became ill and died. I have always been saddened by the memory of these two men who were so