Ivan 1937 - 1950     page 6 I went on down the road to where it crossed a wash. On the other side there was a hill. I was gunning the car to get up the hill, suddenly I saw horses on the other side of the hill, all over the place. (Now I saw horses in my mind. I didn't see actually see them). I geared down with all the brake that I had. I got second gear, still going, got Ist gear, still going, by that time I could see over the hill. Horses, horses everywhere. I couldn't see an opening anywhere, not to the right, not to the left. All I could think of was to toot my horn. So I tooted it and got through. That was a real constricted place; to my left there a cliff with some corrals sticking way out almost to the road. On the right was a house equally sticking out and just a narrow road in between. I was very thankful to get through without hitting any horses. I said a little prayer thanking my Father in Heaven for the visions that I was given to save me from cracking up. I don't know what my family would have done without me. When Tani was born we were living in Aunt Roxie's house in Ramah. He was a good baby until he was about three months old. Then he began crying a lot. The nurse said he was fine, except he wasn't getting enough to eat, so we gave him bottles in addition. In the fall I met a man who said, "How about hauling cattle into Gallup for me." I said, "Okay, what's the deal?" "Haul the cattle to Gallup for me for so much and I'll be happy." So it was that I hauled cattle into Gallup from McGaffey, Ramah, Points North, Zuni and all around. I remember I took a load of cement out to Ramah from Gallup once, I didn't have a permit to do so but I did it anyway. Mr. Kelsey from Zuni saw me coming and waved at me as I drove to Ramah with my load of cement. Well, he stopped the inspector from Gallup and had a long talk with him. Meanwhile me and the cement rolled on into Ramah. At the trading post we quickly unloaded the cement, washed the truck and I was picking up the load of cattle when the inspector caught up with me. I was nonchalantly loading cattle. He looked the truck over and couldn't find a sign of cement. So the only thing he could do was walk away from it. Another time we had gone North for a load of cattle. There was a Navajo who had a bull who was quite mean to take to the slaughter. He had him up about 5 miles from there, so we went after him. He was standing in the corral anchored to a post with a rope around his horns, tied up pretty tight. He'd evidently been there all night, so we untied him and turned him loose. He just walked to the truck and up the ramp into the truck. Well we thought, He wouldn't need tying up again. (Now there were three compartments in the truck, we left them open). Bruce was driving the truck, there was another fellow between us, and I was on the outside. We were going down the road, all talking and I was watching the bull. Pretty soon he made a run for it but Bruce wobbled the truck and the bull lost balance. A little further down the road the bull ran for the front of the truck and jumped out. He came out on my side of the truck and hit the ground on my side, slid into a culvert marker and it turned him over. We stopped and looked the situation over. It looked as though we were going to butcher him there. Well, he eventually got to his feet, up the ramp and in. We finally got to the other place to pick up the other cattle and loaded them. When we got to Gallup and unloaded them, the bull was the last one out. We didn't figure he would last the night. Well, we went to see and sure enough he was lying down. As we watched he slowly got up.