One day a rancher and his good friend stopped us on the road and practically begged Tom Seay to let us ride across his land. They wanted to show us where the Texas to Montana trail had crossed his land and a community had been a one time.
So, we had the opportunity to leave the county road the next day and ride up across the hills filled with small, low cactus, following the ruts of the old trail, to a lovely spot where he led us to a couple of small lakes and some trees. He said there had been a small community there at one time on the Texas to Montana trail where travelers could stop to rest and water their animals.
We always wonder how people found water as they crossed these prairies. It is not always easy to find. So, unless you follow the animal's instincts and believe they can smell water from a distance, I don't know how they survived.
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