So, the story goes. There was a rancher that got all the ranchers in the valley to put a train load of cattle every year to ship to the stockyards in Chicago.
On year the landed on a bad week, in a bad year, the market was low. The original Swift, I think, had already gone through the train load, and made the rancher an offer on the load. Our rancher thought the offer was too low, and they went through pen, by pen, and agreed an a price for all the cattle. The final bid was twenty dollars higher than the first bid.
The kidded the rancher for many years afterward about beating the old man out of twenty dollars on a train load of cattle.
