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A FRONTIER DOCTOR
gesticulating with their arms, altogether a very warlike
picture. The ranch had no doubt come unexpectedly into
view upon their gaining the summit of the ridge and they
had halted to confer as to their next move.
Our hostess, the first woman I had ever seen wearing
bloomers, was apparently cool and mistress of the situa-
tion. She had eight men on the ranch and with the re-
enforcement of our party of four, there was little danger,
as all the buildings were of good-sized logs built and ar-
ranged for defense purposes. She quietly directed how her
little force should be posted to the best advantage and
then suggested a volley or two just to let the enemy know
there was somebody at home.
When we opened fire the picture on the hill vanished
almost as quickly as it had appeared, and we saw no more
In the morning the wearer of the bloomers told us of a
large body of mineralized rock in the mountains some ten
miles west of her ranch and learning we had prospected in
the Black Hills she offered to guide us, bring in samples,
and have them assayed at Cheyenne. If the assay was
favorable she wanted to go fifty-fifty on the deal.
I was elected to go after the specimens and on the way
was entertained by my guide with stories of how many
times she had taken hunters after big game only to see
them miss when the opportunity came. As I had never
killed anything in the way of game larger than a wild
goose, I offered a silent prayer that we would meet no
game that day.
We reached the rock ledge, got a fine lot of specimens,
and started back home. Thus far my prayers had been
answered, but when we were within about a mile of the
ranch the tide turned. We were ambling single file along
an old buffalo trail, and I was in the lead with my Ballard
rifle balanced on the pommel of my saddle, when I
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/66/: accessed August 20, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.