Cattle Drive

Slaughter's my name. Luke Slaughter. Cavill's my business. It's a tough business. It's big business. I've got a big stake in it. There's no man west of the Rio Grande big enough to take it from me.

Luke's Slaughter of Toon Stone. Slaughter of Toon Stone. Civil War cavalryman turned Arizona a cattle man. Across the territory from Yuma to Fort Defiance, The flagstaffed to the Wachukas, and below the border through Chihuahua and Sonora, his name was respected, or feared, depending on which side of the law you were on.

Man of Vision, Man of Legend, Luke Slutter of Tombstone. I came from Texas to the Arizona Territory with 2,000 headers scrawny long horns, but the good grass in the Valley of the San Pedro fattened them up like butter.

And when I got a contract to deliver a thousand head to the Indian agency at San Carlos, I signed with a clear conscience. When you sell beef to the government, they want good beef. They always seemed to want it yesterday.

Hey, Wichita, where are the steers from the southeast section? One and who's there you went for them? You frankly don't run them critters. They got to be delivered with legs on. Well, they won't lose much weight on the trail to San Carlos.

A lot of grass on the round your picture. Have to hustle them to make it in six days old Luke. Yeah, we sure can't let them do any sightseeing. Ploser to the next batch, Frankie.

Yeah, I wish we had a few more hands. 1,500 lawn horns is a big hassle for six men in a cook. A thousand had witchettum. That's what the contract calls for. If we deliver two hours of ever three, we start out with.