Narrative by Tony Dorty
Various Outfits Elaine Has Researched and Put Together
One young man who saw her at the Poppy Seed Festival, said his grand mother dressed that way til the day she died. She enjoys the trips and is preparing to go with me to Utah and Brackettville. She is looking for an authentic carpet bag and bought an 1866 small bible off of ebay. You know it is refreshing to see her out there with the fellows, roughing it, but then that is what she would have done had she been there long ago. I only insist that she does it for herself and not to please me. I have questioned her on this several times, each time she is adamant about her desires. She has expressed what many of us have, and that is the desire to know about ourselves, the history of us. Of course the books will do, but she has the desire to go a step further and experience it, that part which we can. I once said at a conference many years ago, that same conference attended by Colin Powell; when some one asked me on stage, what was it I felt and what caused me to put on the attire,...could I really speak for them, our ancestors.
I replied somewhere along these lines...
I may not be able to chase German ME-109's through B-17 flying Fortress formation with my "Red-Tailed" P-51 Mustang, I will never follow Captain Cailoux and the men of 1st Louisiana Native Guards into the abatis that was the defenses at Port Hudson. Yet where there is a P-51, I can sit in the cockpit and imagine, with their eyes I shall see the German in my site, "I too will not let a single Bomber that I am escorting fall to his guns". If there is an inch of the soil of the Port Hudson Battle field left, I can walk it, my heart will beat and my feet will move to a distant drum and I will rush forward at the double quick in the wake of Cailoux's spirit. The spirits of these men and women still occupy the desperate places where once life stood in the balance and their individual effort tipped the scales. They do not come to us, we come to them and they show us a wondrous view of lives once glorious lived and we with the enthusiasm of one standing on a rise looking into the fertile valley of the promise land, with all excitement, tell it, tell what we have seen, their story. It is a fire that burns hard in ones bosom and Elaine has been "Touched by it". It is long to burn and a light for others to see.
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The Boys had been out foxed by cattle that knew every inch of the range and every trick when it came to negotiating the abundance of 'Jumping Cactus' that peppered the range. Israel the 'Boss,' of the outfit had the only horse familiar with the terrain. The cows split in two groups when they were spotted and there fore split the 'Boys' as well. Tony and George lost canteens in the 'chase.' They found them both the next day. All in all it was a good experience for the 'Boys' and their mounts. There was always tomorrow and these 'Cowboys' had a good idea where the 'strays' would be the next day. In this image George, Tony and Linus discuss the days events.
'You and Me, DW,' Tony pulling cactus needles out of 'DW' with a set of tweezers. This horse and its rider had two brushes with the cactus on day one. 'DW,' got the worst of it when he stepped on it and bolted with Tony in the saddle head long thru a field of cactus. The 'Boys' kept yelling for Tony to jump off, he never did. No one couldn't say that Tony wasn't brave, but with the abundance of cactus all around them, Tony might have felt safer in the saddle then on his but in a cactus plant. Bravery had nothing to do with, but pulling 4 inch needles of cactus out of ones hind area had more than a lot to do with it.
The 'Cowboys' had gotten separated by a chunk of irregular terrain, that was a stand of trees and a watering hole. It was a place the 'Cowboys' were sure the cows would be, but they were not. A fence on the far side kept the boys from riding any further out. Tony and Manny were on the extreme side and had been separated from the 'Outfit,' but only momentarily. Manny hooked up with Bobby and Tony rode over the far side of the hills crest to link up with the boys at the watering hole. All was not a total loss, the horses got a chance to drink and get there feet wet and the boys got a moments rest in the saddle.