
This was to get “cash money,” a thing that all Texans were short of in those years right after the Civil War. We lived then in a new country and a good one. As Papa pointed out the day the men talked over making the drive, we had plenty of grass, wood, and water. We had wild game for killing, fertile ground for growing bread corn, and the Indians had been put onto reservations with the return of U.S. soldiers to the Texas forts.
“In fact,” Papa wound up, “all we lack having a tight tail-hold on the world is a little cash money. And we can get that in Abilene.”
Well, the idea sounded good, but some of the men still hesitated. Abilene was better than six hundred miles north of the Texas hill country we lived in. It would take months for the men to make the drive and ride back home. And all that time the womenfolks and children of Salt Licks would be left in a wild frontier settlement to make out the best they could.
Still, they needed money, and they realized that whatever a man does, he’s bound to take some risks.
Fred Gipson
Old Yeller. Haper Collins. 1956.
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