THE OFFICIAL PLEASANT GROVE HERITAGE SOCIETY https://facebook/groups/142479092590974/ Tales From The Trail Legendary Texas Ranger and Indian Fighter Bigfoot Wallace as told to John C. Duval in 1870 I had been introduced to one young woman by the name of Matilda, who was as pretty as a pink! Her teeth were as white as an alligators, and her eyes were as bright as two mesquite coals, and her mouth looked like a little gash cut in a juicy peach. She was a deadener, I tell you, and a regular knee-weakener, in the bargain; and I wanted to have a little talk with her the worst in the world; but somehow I felt a little afraid to venture. After a little while, however, she came up to me of her own accord, and began to ask me a great many questions about Texas and the Indians, wild horses, and the prairies, etc. Among other things, she asked me if young women were in great demand in Texas. I should think they were, said I. The day the first young woman came into our settlement there were fourteen Spanish horses badly foundered on sedge-grass by the young men who flocked in to see her, from forty miles around; and the next morning she had seventeen offers of marriage before breakfast! The young woman was a little confused by so many applications at once, and before she could make up her mind which one to take, one of the rancheros watched for his chance, and the first time she walked out he caught her up behind him on his horse, rode off full speed to San Patrico, drew his six-shooter on the padre, and forced him to marry them on the spot. This saved the woman all further trouble on the subject, and they are now living happily together on one of the finest cattle ranches in the County of Karnes. Oh! I declare, said Miss Matilda, that is delightful ! How romantic to be run off with in that way by a handsome young ranchero. I think, Mr. Wallace, I shall have to go to Texas.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 14:14:17 +0000
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