Field Worker: Maurice R. Anderson
Date: March 30, 1938
Name: Mr. Jim Wendell
Residence: Paoli, Oklahoma
Date of Birth: 1863
Place of Birth: Texas
Father: John Wendell, born in Texas
Mother: Nancy Lawrence, born in Texas
I was born in 1863 in Texas and grew up in that state on my father's
ranch. I learned to ride wild broncs and by the time I was nine years old, I was
spoken of by the cowboys as being one of the best riders that ever rode a bronc.
My father had saved the life of a half-blood Comanche
whom he had found out on the range one day with a bullet through him. He
brought the Indian to our ranch and took care of him until he was well, which took about
two months. After the Indian was well again he wanted to stay with my father and he
did stay until he was killed, several years later, and was buried behind the old corral
fence. We never learned his name. We just called him "Comanche".
He taught me to ride. His job on the ranch was to keep on the watchout for
the Indians who would make raids on the ranches and, believe me, he was a master at
following a trail or tracking down horses.
After I learned to ride, I have gone on many a trip with Comanche
but he would always tell me, "If there is to be trouble you make it for home as fast
as you can go". However, we never had a shooting scrape while I was with him,
but we have been away from home two or three days at a time, and on each trip I went with
him we brought back the horses that had been stolen, except one time about ten head of
Father's horses were stolen one night. The next morning I went with Comanche to look
for them and he tracked the horses to where they had crossed Red River
into the Indian Territory. This was the only time I ever knew
Comanche to quit a trail.
Comanche was killed in a gun fight by some horse thieves,
when I was only about twelve or thirteen years old. Comanche has many a time said to
me, "Jimmy, you are going to a new country some day and become one of the best riders
that anyone ever heard of". I would laugh at him and tell him I would get on a
bronc someday that would break my neck. "Not if you ride like Comanche",
he would say.
My father nearly went broke on the old ranch, so in 1881, we sold out and
moved to Beef Creek, now Maysville, and my father went
to farming and I went to work for Dave Mays who was a large cattle owner.
We would take a bunch of horses to Arkansas and trade
them for cattle. Sometimes we would have two to three hundred head of cattle to
drive back, and the rail we would follow was the stage line from Caddo to Fort
Sill. I remember we would cross the Washita River at Cherokee
Town. Then there was only a rock ford crossing there, and one store, a
stage stop, blacksmith shop and a two-story log house which, I believe, was called a
hotel. We never did camp there, only passed by and, as I was helping drive a bunch
of cattle, I didn't have much time to look around.
In the early days before coming to the Indian Territory, I have helped
drive cattle over the old Chisholm Trail which crossed through the Indian
Territory about where Duncan and Marlow are now located, on through just
west of Rush Springs, and connected with the Dodge City Trail
about the line of Kansas. The Dodge City Trail and the
Goodnight Trail crossed the Indian Territory on west of Fort Sill. I
remember helping drive a bunch of cattle over the Dodge City Trail and we crossed the Canadian
River near Cloud Chief.
Bill Stone owned a large ranch on Wild Horse
Creek in the southwest part of now Garvin County, and Jack Florence
owned the Three Stripe ranch on Mud Creek. John
Worley was an early day rancher, as was as Noah Lael who
lived near Cherokee Town. Lael's brand was the three cross and
figure five. Dave Mays brand was W.S. on the left side of his
cattle, and the Bar Buckle on the left side of his horses.
I have ridden broncs for all the men whose names I have mentioned.
At the time I worked for Noah Lael he had a Negro working for him
whose name was Link and he was the best Negro bronc rider in the Indian
Territory. Link was out riding for cattle one day and there had been an awfully big
rain and Sandy Creek was bank full. Link drove his horse off into
the creek, trying to get across on his way back home and he and his horse both were
I went to make the run in 1889. I crossed the Canadian River
northeast of Wayne, but when the signal was given to start, I never even
tried to get a place.
There were lots of deer, turkey and wild game in this part of the country
when I came here. I have killed deer and turkey right where Pauls Valley
is now located. Then, there was only a store at Pauls Valley and it was located
about a mile south of the present townsite.
I made the run in the opening of the Cheyenne and Arapaho Indian
Country. I was working for John Vant who had the
Government contract to furnish beef to the Indians at Fort Sill.
Before the opening of the Cheyenne and Arapaho Country,
it was very funny to watch these Indians when we would take a bunch of steers over to
them. The Indian men would do the killing and as soon as they would kill their
steer, they would go back to the teepee and the Indian squaw would get the horse and hook
the horse to a sled of some kind and she would drag the steer to the teepee and skin it
and hang the meat up on a long pole right out in the sun. The Indian men wouldn't
help at all.
I was born on a ranch in Texas and I have always lived on a ranch, and in
my young days, after coming to the Indian Territory, I have been counted as one of the
best bronc riders in the Indian Territory.
I am now seventy-five years old and I have been riding broncs ever since I
was nine years old. I now work for Mr. C.C. Bexton on his small
ranch about four miles north of Paoli. Mr. Bexton also owns the Horse
Shoe Ranch in the southeast part of the state on Little Blue River.
My job here on the ranch is to break young horses.