This is a story about Glenn Lewis and others that worked the Chupadero back in the 60s.

Going Across The Border

As a final entry about the Chupadero tonight, I’ll leave you with perhaps the wildest story to come out of that place.

At the center of the story is Glenn Lewis, a well known Marble Falls cowboy that made the trek down south whenever it was roundup time.

Glenn is distantly related to me, but we shared a lot of time together growing up and he was one of my first employees when I went in the construct business in the early 70s.

As legend has it that he and several other cowboys back in the late 60s were gathering cattle down in south Texas along the Rio Grande below Eagle Pass. In the heat of the day they decided to ride across the river to a small village where they proceeded to rope the citizenry and tie some of them up.

They took over the little cantina and were having one heck of a party when a resident broke free and was able to get word to the Mexican Federales up in Eagle Pass.

Most of the cowboys were still sober enough to see what was happening and got on their horses and rode back to safety. Glenn and a couple of others weren’t that sober.

Luckily the rancher they were working for was well connected to Washington DC and the Mexican Government, so their stay in a Mexican Jail was limited to a few days. (I guess it seemed like the thing to do at the time). I loaned Glenn $500 to finish paying his way out of that mess. He gave me the title to his old blue and white 62’ model Ford pickup. I guess I didn’t really expect to get repaid. Years later he needed the title so he could trade it off, so I gave it back to him.