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Self deported
CATTLE DRIVE FROM TEXAS TO ROUND VALLEY - 1874
George Hindman had come from Texas in 1874 with a herd of cattle owned by a Mr. Jordon and others bound for Arizona. They stopped at our place a week or so to rest the herd and men. Hindman disliked summer weather and dreaded the heat of Arizona. He also heard of depredations by the Apaches there, so decided to stay and work for Robert Casey. Bill Humphreys, part owner, was with the herd and he abused George Hindman for quitting them during the drive. Hindman declared he had not agreed as to how long he would work, and in anger he jerked his pistol. He and Humphreys fired simultaneously, and Humphreys got a scalp wound from a bullet-that penetrated his hat. Humpreys' bullet struck the cylinder of Hindman's pistol and battered it so that it would not revolve.
Humpreys fell, and Hindman, out of ammunition, started to run. He jumped a ten-foot bank, ran across a meadow, and dashed up to our house. The bullet that struck his pistol had split it into several pieces, some of which imbedded themselves in his hand. Mother said "Come in under shelter. You're wounded and unarmed." She told me to bring a pan of water and when I came with it, I helped her dress Hindman's hand.
As soon as Bill Humphreys regained consciousness, his brother John rode to their father. The old man jumped on his horse and started to the aid of Bill. By the time he reached his son, Hindman was halfway across the meadow. The old man jerked his gun and commenced shooting at Hindman. He charged Hindman, then turned his horse and rode toward his son's body. He repeated these tactics several times and lost his chance of killing George.
Because the bullets came toward our house Mother was alarmed and sent a man to tell Humphreys that he might hit one of the children. Humpreys replied, via the messenger, that if she did not run Hindman out of her house he would come over and get him if he had to burn the house in doing so. Hindman heard the threat and said, "Now, Mrs. Casey, I don't want you to have any trouble on my account. I'll just get out and hit for the hills." There was no further trouble.
When father got home that evening he rode over to see Old Man Humphreys. The son who had fallen was not badly hurt and Humphreys agreed to pay Hindman and let him go, but did not keep that promise when Hindman followed the herd in an attempt to collect his wages. He returned and worked for us a long time. He was a good quiet, inoffensive person and I do not recall of one instance in which he got into trouble. I regard his being shot from ambush by a cowardly aggregation concealed behind a corral wall at Lincoln as a dastardly act.
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Cattle Drive - 1874
George Hindman had come from Texas in 1874 with a herd of cattle owned by a Mr. Jordon and others bound for Arizona. They stopped at our place a week or so to rest the herd and men. Hindman disliked summer weather and dreaded the heat of Arizona. He also heard of depredations by the Apaches there, so decided to stay and work for Robert Casey. Bill Humphreys, part owner, was with the herd and he abused George Hindman for quitting them during the drive. Hindman declared he had not agreed as to how long he would work, and in anger he jerked his pistol. He and Humphreys fired simultaneously, and Humphreys got a scalp wound from a bullet-that penetrated his hat. Humpreys' bullet struck the cylinder of Hindman's pistol and battered it so that it would not revolve.
Humpreys fell, and Hindman, out of ammunition, started to run. He jumped a ten-foot bank, ran across a meadow, and dashed up to our house. The bullet that struck his pistol had split it into several pieces, some of which imbedded themselves in his hand. Mother said "Come in under shelter. You're wounded and unarmed." She told me to bring a pan of water and when I came with it, I helped her dress Hindman's hand.
As soon as Bill Humphreys regained consciousness, his brother John rode to their father. The old man jumped on his horse and started to the aid of Bill. By the time he reached his son, Hindman was halfway across the meadow. The old man jerked his gun and commenced shooting at Hindman. He charged Hindman, then turned his horse and rode toward his son's body. He repeated these tactics several times and lost his chance of killing George.
Because the bullets came toward our house Mother was alarmed and sent a man to tell Humphreys that he might hit one of the children. Humpreys replied, via the messenger, that if she did not run Hindman out of her house he would come over and get him if he had to burn the house in doing so. Hindman heard the threat and said, "Now, Mrs. Casey, I don't want you to have any trouble on my account. I'll just get out and hit for the hills." There was no further trouble.
When father got home that evening he rode over to see Old Man Humphreys. The son who had fallen was not badly hurt and Humphreys agreed to pay Hindman and let him go, but did not keep that promise when Hindman followed the herd in an attempt to collect his wages. He returned and worked for us a long time. He was a good quiet, inoffensive person and I do not recall of one instance in which he got into trouble. I regard his being shot from ambush by a cowardly aggregation concealed behind a corral wall at Lincoln as a dastardly act.
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Cattle Drive - 1874
