In March 1921 he was in Elko, Nevada looking for a job. For almost fifty years he worked, off and on, for area ranches. Some of them were the big ones in the heyday of the cattle business in Northern Nevada: Spanish Ranch, Fred Gorham’s Double Square, Abel and Certner and John G. Taylor’s outfits. He did an excellent job and made friends wherever he worked.
His story is not a narrative of a Black, but is an account of the West’s famed Buckaroo. Not the fabled cowboy who drew his six gun with lightning speed, but the honest-to-goodness rawhider who spent long muscle-bruising days in a hard saddle and got his guts mixed up every morning before his horse would settle down for a day’s work.