- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
Tom Warren was glad to get off the family ranch. Working under his Daddy's thumb had been a great way to learn , but for a 23 year old young buck, it was getting tiresome. He took off from Oklahoma south to west Texas with a good cutting horse, a sadddle, and a ten gallon ego. He was a tall lanky young man with broad shoulders and narrow hips just made for a saddle. His hair was sandy brown, and his eyes blazing blue. He arrived in San Angelo and headed for the Saloon where he hoped to get word if anyone in the vacinity was looking for cow hands. He was not dissapointed, and after a beer and a shot , he rode out to see the boss on the Dugan place 20 miles to the southwest. He pulled up at the ranch house late that afternoon.
He was hired on an hour later when he saw a beautiful woman , wearing jeans and a drover ride up on the main house and go in. " who is that?' he asked Paul, the man who ha just hired him, " you will find out soon enough!" came the answer.
He was hired on an hour later when he saw a beautiful woman , wearing jeans and a drover ride up on the main house and go in. " who is that?' he asked Paul, the man who ha just hired him, " you will find out soon enough!" came the answer.