"Badlands" of Southern Arizona
By Tony Dorty

Cowtown Keeylocko Outfit
Some
where in the mesquite and “chouia” cactus of the “
He
shared his “Cowboy Way” with a bunch of modern day Buffalo Soldiers,
historians, any body who felt so inclined to wander in, to include a cute
freckle faced nurse, whose husband he nick named “Handsome. They came for the
“Great Cowtown Keylocko Roundup” and to share an experience of the West only
the Cowboy knew. And for 3 glorious days they knew no other “Way”, only the
“Cowboy” one Ed had invited them to.
The
“Outfit” was made up of folks from various parts of
Once
together the “Outfit” took on a peculiar identity not unlike its
predecessors. Everyone had a peculiarity about them that warmed every body to
them; it bonded the “Outfit” together very quickly. Linus, keep it easy with
his antics, a regular “Coyote” with his Old school songs and philosophy of
life, mostly his. He was though passionate about what he was doing there at
Keeylocko, what brought him there, he connected the dots and the spirit of the
cavalry rode with him always. George and Tony had plenty of war stories to tell,
they were indeed a “Band of Brothers”. Brian was the quiet one; he kept
Linus in check as it appeared he always did and kept Tony safe in the saddle.
Reggie finally told the story of the “Infamous New Orleans Ride”, when he
finally told it, it took him forever to get to the good part. Sharon kept the
“Outfit” nourished as Ed was suppose to cook breakfast, but each day never
got there in time to cook it. Several times the “Outfit”, contemplated
bolting the reservation to go into town and get “Grub”.
The
“Outfit” rode the range for two days chasing elusive strays that seemed to
know the “Cowpunchers” every move. They seemed to draw the “Buckaroos”
out and then double in behind them close to home. Both days they were spotted on
the return and the “Outfit” gave chase. Day one they split the boys at the
perimeter, Tony, George and Linus caught on one side, Brian and
The early parts of the evening were spent in two places depending on the disposition of the “Cowboys”. At times in Keeylocko or at the officer’s tent Linus had put up a short distance away from town where the mounts were picketed. Either place had its share of war story telling, gossip, ribb’in and jibb’in and reflective conversation. It was a place where “Cowboys” would be, and a slip of the tongue was excused by the Ladies and treated as such. Each one had their favorite westerns, although some favorites weren’t westerns at all. Everyone knew themselves blessed to be on that patch of ground at that time, together doing what they so love and it was made known seldom in words. Often times a look or a smile would tell it.
It was indeed a memorable experience for “Bennie’s Brigade”, one which will be long on ones memory. The soft melodic voice of Herb Jeffries first welcomed them on that Thursday evening. That same voice said goodbye and stayed adrift in their wake as they and others returned to the points from whence they came. The “Outfit” left Cowtown Keeylocko and Ed behind, and rode into the face of the sun. Some where on that range the cows they’d chased for two days might have been thinking they would have a long respite.
They
don’t know that Bobby, Manny and
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