G.K. and the Coffield Years

G.K. was my accountant for several years, and I’ve mentioned him in a couple of other stories. He was so fast on a desk calculator that you’d think the keys were about to fly off. By the time I got to know him, he was pretty much an old drunk, and he shook a lot. But when he sat down with a pen in his hand, he had the nicest handwriting of anyone I’ve ever known. He had gone to business school when he was young. He knew shorthand, could take dictation at an amazing rate, and was a first-rate … Continue reading G.K. and the Coffield Years

Glenn Lewis and a Few Others Down on the Chupadero.

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 … Continue reading Glenn Lewis and a Few Others Down on the Chupadero.

Pat Taylor had been told this story out of the Chupadero Ranch, down on the border

The ranch had a blue gelding that they had tried to break for a long time, but never could get him where he would not buck. By this time he was around a 5 year old. He was in the pen and they keep messing with him and putting a young Mexican cowboy on him. Each time he’d throw him off.Glenn finally tied the horse in a chute, blindfolded him and got the rider in the saddle. Then he took a rope and tied that cowboys feet and stirrups together underneath the horse. They untied that blue horse and turned … Continue reading Pat Taylor had been told this story out of the Chupadero Ranch, down on the border