Tad: He was the. . . he was the man. . . Did I tell you about that he was the man that done the cookin' for us on the trail drives, and stuff?
BH: No, you didn't tell me that.
Tad: Oooh, doggy!
BH: You told me about the cook wagon.
Tad: Yeah. Chester—they used to—we used to trail cattle. We done a lot of trail cattle, you know, just drivin' 'em from the river ranch, to La Jara lease, and all that—that was just all a (?) day drive. We'd pull out of the ranch down there, and then we'd have—that's where the Capulin we stayed overnight, and then we'd always have to have a cook with us, you know, because we stayed right with the cattle. And Chester cooked for us quite a bit. And that guy was a marvelous cook. He could cook the best groceries—and of course, we were so darn hungry anyway.
Tess: This might be getting a little scalded. . .
Tad: Because it would take such long, long, long hours, you know, to move 'em—to do little things. And old Chester could have—you know, he'd have supper ready, and the dishes washed, and gosh, he was just a marvelous cook. Even today. And he cooked at the legion for a lot of years. And ah. . . we used to get in lots of the Mexican cattle, and Chester used to help us branding, and d-horning, and ah. . . Everything that come out of Mexico was (unintelligible) and so we'd always cut the bulls. And Chester would always gather up those testicles, and
Tess: Rocky Mountain oysters. . .
Tad: Rocky Mountain oysters, he'd have—take those oysters and take care of 'em, and then they'd have oyster fries at the legion. And Chester cooked for years, there. Still cookin'—Christ, you know, he'd cook them (unintelligible). Then he got a box of peanuts to make peanut brittle.
Tess: Oh he did?
BH: My goodness!
Tess: Well, you know when he was at the ranch, at Zapata. . . we would. . .
Tad: But he's. . . you sure want to get a hold of him right away, though. . . don't. . . don't. . .
Tess: Chester would just take a notion to make a batch of fudge, and you know, one person can't eat a batch of fudge. So he'd send the remainder of this batch of fudge home with Tad to give to the kids.
Tad: He's send 'em over there. . .
Tess: You know, quite often.
Tad: Christmas time, he'd send 'em. . . he's send ah. . . I'm just a stumbling through this. I used to have somewhat. . .
Tess: Look in the index.
Tad: Those darn Kings—my mind is jumbled like. . .
Tess: You're talking too much. . .