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Established in 1893 by Colonel George Washington Miller, a former Confederate soldier, and his wife Molly, the 101 became known as the “Largest Diversified Farm and Ranch in America.” It was nicknamed the “White House.”
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The Miller brothers, Joseph, George Jr., and Zack, had permitted some of their cowboys to perform at a local fair, and from this, their own Wild West show grew to become known worldwide.
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Today, what remains of the once-glorious three-story stucco 101 Ranch headquarters is rubble. Over ten years ago, efforts began to turn the site into a roadside park.
Bill Pickett, the inventor of bulldogging, or steer wrestling, is buried there. On the same mound where Bill Pickett lies is a memorial to the Ponca chief, White Eagle, who led his people to a nearby reservation during the 1870’s from their holdings along the Nebraska-Dakota border.
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Though there isn’t much left of the actual building, the 101 Ranch exceeded the expectations for a “cattle ranch.” Indeed, it was a virtual palace on the Oklahoma plains; a place where dreams were lived.
In my novel, Fire Eyes, Kaed Turner talks with his friend and mentor, Tom Sellers, about giving up law enforcement and settling down to ranching. I don't think they ever had anything as grand as the 101 Ranch in mind.
FROM FIRE EYES:
Tom smiled. “Glad you’ve got somebody good—deep down—like you are, Kaed. Ain’t too many men who’d take on another man’s child, love her like you do your Lexi.”
Kaed put his hand against the rough wood of the tree and straightened out his arm, stretching his muscles.
Tom drew deeply on his pipe, and Kaed waited. He’d known Tom so long that he recognized the older man was going to broach a subject with him that he normally would have avoided. Finally, Tom said, “I told Harv he needed to find someone. Settle down again. Grow corn and make babies. Think I might’ve offended him. But after seein’ him with little Lexi, it hit me that he seemed content. For the first time in a long while.”
It had struck Kaed, as well. Harv rarely smiled. But when he’d played with Lexi, it seemed that grin of his was permanently fixed on his face.
“Seems that way for you, too, boy.” Tom wouldn’t look at him. “Seems like you found what you’ve been looking for. Don’t let marshalin’ ruin it for you, Kaed. I’ve stayed with it too long. Me and Harv and Jack, we’ve been damn lucky to get this old without gettin’ killed either in the War, or doin’ this job.”
“Tom? Sounds like you’ve got some regrets.”
Tom nodded. “You made me realize somethin’, Marshal Turner, and now I don’t know whether to thank you or cuss you. When I saw the way that woman looked at you, the way that baby’s eyes lit up, it made me know I shoulda give this all up years ago and found myself somebody. Taken the advice I gave Harv. Planted my seed in the cornfield and in my woman’s belly, and maybe I’d’a been happier, too.”
“It’s not too late.” Kaed’s voice was low and rough. The doubt he’d had at starting his own family again was suddenly erased by the older man’s words. Nothing would bring his first family back. But he had a second chance now, and he was a helluva lot younger than Tom Sellers. He’d had it twice, and Tom had never had it at all. Never felt the love flow through a woman, through her touch, her look, and into his own body, completing him. Never looked into the eyes of a child who worshipped him. He wouldn’t have missed that for anything the first time. Or the second.
Tom turned slowly to look at Kaed, the leaves of the elm tree patterning the filtering moonlight across his face. “You think that cause you’re young, Kaed. Twenty-nine ain’t forty-three.”
“Forty-three ain’t dead, Tom. There’s plenty of women out there. Plenty of land. Room to spread out. What’re you grinnin’ at?”
Tom laughed aloud. “Got any particular woman in mind?” Quickly, he added, “Now, remember, Kaed. She’s gotta be young enough to give me a baby, but not so young she’s a baby herself. Gotta be easy on the eye, and I want her to look at me like your Jessica looks at you. And by the way, have you got any idea where a fella could get a piece of good land for raisin’ cattle, with a little patch for farmin’?”
Kaed’s lips twitched. Tom was dreaming, but only half dreaming. The serious half had taken root in his heart and mind. Kaed knew before too much longer, that part would eat away at the lightheartedness until it took over completely, becoming a bold, unshakeable dream that he would do his utmost to accomplish. Now that Tom had envisioned what his life could be, Kaed knew it would fall to him to help make it a reality.
“Let’s end this business with Fallon. After that, we’ll find the land and the cattle.”
“Don’t mean nothin’ without the woman, Kaed. You oughtta know that.”
“I do.” Kaed smiled, his thoughts straying to Miss Amelia Bailey, the not-so-young-but-young-enough school teacher in Fort Smith, who always seemed to trip over her words when Tom Sellers came around. Just the right age. And very easy on the eye. “Stick with me, old man. I may even help you find a decent woman to settle down with.”
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An interesting nugget of history here. I enjoyed reading about the White House, its inhabitants and frequent visitors, and what events took place there to make it famous. When I visit an old place, see its stones that once were, I wonder what happened during that long ago time. "Fire Eyes" makes me wonder what happens, too! alicetrego@me.com
ReplyDeleteAlice, I'm like you. I find myself thinking "If these walls could talk" or, "If these stones could talk!" LOL I remember how my mom always treasured old things, and the past, and how many times she said those very words, too. I love the things we can imagine that "might have" taken place in those days gone by. Thanks for coming by!
DeleteGreat story! I loved learning about the other great Wild West show, and the tale of its creators.
ReplyDeleteLynn, Ponca City is only a few hours' drive from where I live in Oklahoma City. I would love to go up there one day and just see where it used to be--but from what everyone has said, there really is nothing left. I can't imagine -- makes me sad to think of all that just gone.
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ReplyDeleteGood stuff, about the 101 Ranch and wild west show. So, Buffalo Bill took from this and ran with it. Interesting.
You even managed to put in a book plug! We got to sell those books! (Hard work.)
Given the history of the 101 and all those Westerners, we realize everything fades. I guess it is the legacy we leave behind that is important.
Charlie Steel
Hey Charlie! Glad you enjoyed this. Yes, like I said above, there is nothing left, from what everyone says, but I still would love to just go and 'be there' for a few minutes and imagine what once was. It must have been something to see! Thanks for coming by!
DeleteInteresting reading, Cheryl, and sad to see those buildings all gone, just a puff in history. Ian Tyson's songs celebrate those love of ranching days. I love your excerpt and love my autographed copy of Fire Eyes. Such a beautiful cover to complement the story and your unforgettable villain, Fallon.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, I am hoping to make a day trip up there this summer and just take a look at it. I know it'll just be "nothing" but prairie, but I am going to take a picture of it and just imagine "what was" when I look at it. Yes, I love Ian Tyson's music!
DeleteAwww, thank you for the kind words--I'm so glad you despise Fallon--Sarah McNeal feels the same way! LOL
So much of the physical parts of history have been eaten away by time and 'progress'. We can't save them all, but we can try to save the important ones that are left.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post, and you know how much I love your writing. "Fire Eyes" is no exception. Doris
Doris, I'm honestly baffled that this was something that was not preserved with the history that it had, though. I mean, 'back in the day' it was HUGE. Maybe because it was so far from the other larger cities here in OK at the time--just not sure why it was allowed to completely disappear like it did. So, so sad.
DeleteTHANK YOU for your very kind words about Fire Eyes. It's an 'oldie' but one of my favorites, too.
Cheryl,
ReplyDeleteThe armchair history lover in me is so sad that there isn't anything left of the ranch, but at least there is the beautiful picture of the house.
YES, I know what you mean! thank goodness for images captured on film from the past. I'm so glad we live NOW where we are able to have these pictures of things of the past. Like you, I wish there was something more.
DeleteA fascinating article, Cheryl. My grandfather saw Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show in Aberdeen, Scotland when he was a young man. I didn't know much about the 101 Ranch. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteKeith, that is soooo cool! To think you actually knew (and were related to!) someone who had seen one of those shows in person! I can only imagine how marvelous that ranch must have been in its heyday!
DeleteVery interesting information. I didn't know most of the information about the ranch and am always happy to learn something brand new. Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteJES, you're very welcome. Can you even imagine what a place that must have been "back in the day"? I would love to have visited there!
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