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Show tains and desert, the brilliant bril-liant sunsets, the smell of the sage, the cry of the coyote coy-ote serenading the moon, the sense of freedom - all came through loud and clear. He may be retired as a cowboy cow-boy - but it seems to me that he still is - and always will be a cowboy at heart. "I wouldn't take a million dollars for what I know,"-says know,"-says Mr. Carter, "and I wouldn't take a dime to do it over again." I TUdar ' . 1 I A V', V- p I I e j:X hi ' by CAROL S. LEMON Li V'1lijjs t v I. :i ' 0 :, " ' ill m j j , W ......... -. ,SV - mmm HORACE CARTER would ride into Nevada to round up their cattle, bringing bring-ing back from 1000 to 1500 head. They figured on selling sell-ing at least 1000 steers a year. The price varied, but usually they sold for 10? a pound. "We'd buy them as yearlings and keep them out on the range for two years, then trail them back for sale. Sometimes I'd get home for Christmas - and sometimes not. My wife and family didn't care for that bit." Mr. and Mrs. Carter have celebrated 63 years of married mar-ried life. They have 12 children child-ren scattered over the U. S. Finally he quit punching cows and sold his tailor-made tailor-made saddle (still new looking look-ing after 15 years of rough use), his bridle and handmade hand-made spurs, the whole works. "Figured if I was going go-ing to quit, I'd quit all the way." Mr. Carter knew quite a few famous and notorious people - Butch Cassldy and the Sundance Kid, for example. exam-ple. His wife's father lived just across the river from the Cassidy home; he claims maybe that's why she's so spunky! He remembers when he was about 9, the Cassldy gangstopped over in Mlners-ville Mlners-ville to rest while taking a string of horses, mules, and burros to California. He also knew one of the Younger brothers. After his two brothers were killed, Jim Younger came into this part of the country and worked work-ed for him for a while. "He never did pack a gun after that," said Mr. Carter. "Jim said that he had given up that kind of life and wanted to be rid of it all, includlngguns." We heard the story of a woman at Frisco who had her clothesline strung between her house and the outhouse. Some wild horses were penned nearby. Someone tied a can to one of the horses' tails, he raced out straight into the clothesline, tipping over the cranny with the poor lady inside. I take it she had a terrible and somewhat embarrassing em-barrassing time trying to crawl out of those little portholes! port-holes! Another tale: Butch Cassldy Cas-sldy and Tom McCarty had been on a raid. Their horses gave out and they stopped at a house near Price. They asked for food and time to rest their horses. The lady of the house agreed and mentioned men-tioned that the family had had hard times and the banker was coming in the morning to foreclose on the little ranch. They boys stayed the night. Next morning when the banker bank-er came to collect, the woman wo-man paid the note with the money the boys had given her. They waited for the banker to get a good distance down the road, where they neatly lifted the money and stowed it back into their saddlebags. At that thime, Colorado had a $10,000 reward re-ward out for Butch, but Utah as yet had none. We enjoyed many more stories and history which we'll reserve for another day. We were treated to some beautiful poems Mr. Carter loved, and through it all, his great love for the moun- It would take a book - and a big one at that - to tell the story of this week's neighbor, and I believe he knows more about the old west and the way it REALLY was, than almost anyone around. Most of you will know that I speak of Horace Carter, a Mlnersville native cowboy, miner, and family fam-ily man, who in his 83 years has lived a varied and most interesting life. Mr. Carter showed us a beautiful charcoal portrait of his father, exquisitely done by Elsie Barrett, especially es-pecially treasured because the elder Mr. Carter died after an accident at the Old Cave Mine, when Horace was only three. i, Can you imagine that dur-'ing dur-'ing that time, the gold and silver ore from the mine sold for a dollar a pound -and that was a good price. Oh, for a pound of that gold stuff now! Mr. Carter was a cowboy most of his life. "It's not at all the way they show it In the movies," he says. "Cowboys "Cow-boys have always had a bad name, but I rode with 35 cowboys in Nevada and there was no great drinking or carousing at all - where on the other hand, the miners at the Old Horn Silver would work in the mines all day and shoot all their money in the saloons and dance halls at night." "Sometimes in the spring I'd shear sheep. One year I sheared sheep clear from Canada to Mexico.' In August the cowboys |