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Cowboys of the Muleshoe Cattle Company Reunited

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By Jessica Crabtree

It was a sunny Sunday, May 7, 2017. A day unnoticed by most; however, it was a day for the history books, a day of priceless worth. On this day men and their families gathered to reunite and talk of days long ago. These men were once all cowboys on the Muleshoe Cattle Company.
Occasions such as this have happened in the past. Generations of cowboys and their families gathered to pay tribute to the ranch, those passed and present. Generations of families were raised on the Muleshoe Ranch, a place far larger than most recognize. On that celebratory day, Stefanie Clayton, daughter of Jerry and Judy Bolton, granddaughter of Bob Bolton, rallied the guests and offered words of great greetings saying, “Six cowboys started all this. From it, they all grew into a family. And today we gather as that family joined with our heritage.” After Clayton led all in a blessing over the food, a meal was served and the camaraderie commenced.

Muleshoe Cattle Company originated when Howell E. Smith traveled from his home town of Cookeville, Tenn., to Texas. Upon entering the Lone Star state, some say he first went to Athens, then made his way to Wichita Falls after he married the sister of well-known businessman, Sid Richardson. While in Wichita Falls, Smith made a living working at the First National Bank. It was from banking that he transitioned into the cattle business, partnering with Red Dillard in the late ‘30s. This began Smith’s empire and his first leases, the Jolly Ranch and the River Ranch. Buying yearling steers, Smith gradually added to his lease country raising it to large proportions.

Much of what is Clay, Archer, Montague and Wichita Counties was once vast pasture land, grazed by steers carrying the Muleshoe brand on their left hip, a makeshift upside down U. During Smith’s 40-year span in operation, he leased approximately 115,000 acres across North Texas along the Red River, eventually leasing land in Montana and the Dakotas. Cattle numbers totaled 30,000 head along with ample numbers of ranch-raised horse flesh.

“We called him ‘Smith’ or ‘Mr. Smith,'” said former cowboy for Muleshoe Cattle Company, Ronnye Benton. Benton spent six years on the Muleshoe. “I was 24 when I went to work for Smith. We went a lot of places and had a lot of fun. We worked hard, though. It was good times, all I ever wanted to do,” Benton said. He went on to say other than a short stint rodeoing, he cowboyed all his life. He recalled Muleshoe Cattle Company as being “wild and reckless, good times.” As the afternoon began, stories flooded the room at The Rock Barn in Henrietta. Stories could not be told without the mention of two vital men, both of whom were highly respected and revered as good men and great cowboys, ranch manager Bob Bolton and foreman Don Mobley. Bob Bolton had a 28-year career at Muleshoe while Don Mobley’s career there lasted 40 years. It was said to be Don’s only job other than drawing a check while in the military. Both men raised their families on the Muleshoe and were able to see their sons grow and come to work on the ranch as well.

Ronnye Benton remembered Bob Bolton as “As good a boss as I ever had. Don, too.” Benton recalled that Bob Bolton was as good a ranch manager to work under as he was a cowboy, something he passed down to his son Jerry. It was the same as Don Mobley did to his son Gerald who was literally born on the Muleshoe at the Bodecker camp, saying he was raised with essentially 20 father figures.

Countless men worked for Smith over a span of 40 plus years, all of whom respected Smith. Men from various backgrounds and areas worked for different lengths of time. Some have passed on, while others live to tell the stories those can’t. These men are Don Mobley, Bob Bolton, Gerald Mobley, Jerry Bolton, Perry Wheeler, Ronnye Benton, Eddie Crowley, Kerry Bowen, Lloyd Chadwick, Earl Wayne Reese, Harry Whitley, Ed Whitley, A.G. Roderick, Royce Roderick, Charlie Ozee, Marvin Ozee, David Ozee, Garrett Ozee, Swede Swenson, Tom Pettit, Bill Stone, Troy Stone, Lewis Capps, Melvin Capps, Jim Wright, Jr. Mowery, Billy Joe Mowery, Leon Wines, Ray Wines, Roy Keen, Pete Green, Jimmy Green, Luke Smith, Virgil Bowman, Tom Shawver, Earl Shawver, John Herman Weer, Pete Felty, Jack Lofton, Press Pippin, Tom Riley, Ed Hamm, John Lindsey, Vic Swartz, Chuck Richie, Salty Lankford, John Cocker, Ellis “Big Boy” Cates, C.L. Dickey, Charlie Hawley, Snooks Burton, Ed Heller, Sid Mayes, Buford Chambers, Charles Cobb and A.D. Mayes.

To read more pick up a copy of the July 2017 NTFR issue. To subscribe call 940-872-5922.

Muleshoe cowboys Ronnye Benton, Jerry Bolton and Don Mobley. (Courtesy photo)

Howell Smith, owner of Muleshoe Cattle Company. (Courtesy photo)

Muleshoe cowboy, Ronnye Benton. (Courtesy photo)

Muleshoe cowboy, Don Mobley. (Courtesy photo)

Muleshoe cowboys, Bob Bolton, Luke Smith and Jerry Bolton. (Courtesy photo)

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Old Man in the Mirror

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By Bryce

He kicked the goose down blanket to the cold and wood planked floor.
You could see his breath as he was headed for the bathroom door.
He tiptoed down the hall. His feet were bare, in need of socks. And wished that he’d at least tried on his Christmas present Crocks.
His gout caused him to stumble, bumped a cracked and aging mirror. The cowboy’s true reflection forced an old man to appear.
The cowboy hesitated. Both hands were aged and shook. But he stretched and straightened out the mirror. This time he dared a look.
His face was worn and wrinkled, gray hair knotted on his head. Eyebrows kinked and twisted showed a hint of younger red.
The wrinkles in his face proved years of riding in the sun, and maybe too much bourbon from his younger days of fun.
The cowboy quizzed the old man, “Are you sure you’re really me?” The old goat in the mirror replied, “You don’t like what you see?”
“You’ve walked past me a thousand times and never shot a glance. Your gaze into the mirror today is more than happenstance.”

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Lessons from a Pit Bull

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By Dal Houston

I have always liked dogs. Well, to say I have always really loved dogs would be more truthful – especially mutts or dogs from the pound. Until recent years, the only dogs I really did not like were pit bulls. It seemed like every other day there would be a news story about a pit bull mauling some child or elderly person, and in some cases, killing them. After hearing these stories, I often wondered why someone would want such a dangerous dog. I even remember hearing about some wanting to ban pit bulls from their communities, and at one time, I thought that may not be a bad idea.

I do not think I had ever had an encounter with a pit bull, nor did I know anyone who did, that caused this negative opinion, rather it was what I heard about the breed from others that turned me against them. Then, about eight years ago, while looking for cattle along the river, a pit bull pup, likely having been dumped, came out of the brush. Had it been a dog of any other breed, I would have had no qualms about approaching it, but I saw that thick, wide head, and all I could think was that I had better be careful because it was probably a dangerous dog. The pup was scared and standoffish, but after a while, we finally approached each other. This was the beginning of a wonderful relationship, and, as I have recently learned, a dramatic eye-opening life lesson.

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When a City Girl Goes Country

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By Annette Bridges

My country boy and I are in our fifth decade together, and that sounds like forever when I write it. I am thankful for our many years together, but these days I wish I could shake the feeling of time as fleeting. I am doing my best, however, to accept the progression of time as part of the miracle of life and focus on living each and every moment to its fullest potential.

Our past decade has been one of many changes, but maybe all decades are like that. Some
changes we want, some we do not. Some we create ourselves, some when we have no choice other than to accept them as part of life. I admit I have not been super happy with myself in recent years. I am carrying the extra pounds I promised myself I would not gain back. I still struggle with sadness and regret so deep that at times takes my breath away.

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