Cowboy was hunting elk. The meat supply at his home ranch was running low. They had lots of cattle but the price of beef had skyrocketed. The mining camps were buying supplies that the new Dolores railroad was hauling into the San Juan Mountains. Fresh beef was worth a lot of money. Cowboy wanted to get some elk meat for the ranch instead of butchering his cattle.
Cowboy was tracking a bull elk that he thought he had hit. He took a long shot but Cowboy knew he seldom missed with his old reliable 45-70 rifle. Slowly following the elk sign up a ridge, Cowboy spied some movement ahead. When he got past the scrub oak he could see an Indian standing over his dead elk. Cowboy approached cautiously and said, “My name is Cowboy and that is my elk.” The Indian said his name was Eagle Claw and he had killed the elk showing Cowboy the arrow sunk into the side of the elk. Eagle Claw pointed to a spot 50 yards further down the hill. Sure enough, Eagle Claw and Cowboy had both taken elk running with the herd. Cowboy said to Eagle Claw. I will help you pack out your elk and you help me with mine. Good idea said Eagle Claw and thus began a long friendship.
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