We Were There at the Oklahoma Land Run
Copyright© 2024 by Jim Kjelgaard
Chapter 8: Alec
Alec never acted without first planning, and the action he took depended on whatever his plan called for. Right now, he decided, he’d have to move swiftly if he hoped to catch Cindy before she was out of sight. He bridled Pete’s sorrel pony, whose name was Carrots, and leaped astride him. Then he shouted his intentions to his mother and whirled Carrots toward Oklahoma.
At once, though it had taken less than a minute to reach and bridle the pony, he knew that he was too late. He’d noticed the running men and depended upon them to delay Cindy. But he had not counted on his sister’s skill as a rider. Cindy was nowhere to be seen.
Immediately Alec formed another plan. As soon as he did so, he put it into effect. Riding cautiously so as to hit none of the running men, he crossed the border into Oklahoma. After he’d passed most of the men, he let Carrots canter and drew farther ahead. Safely in advance of the crowd, Alec slowed his mount.
It would be exciting to fly over the grasslands as fast as Carrots could run. But it would not be sensible, and it would not help find Cindy. The situation, in Alec’s opinion, called for clear thinking.
He knew that Pete Brent had in mind definite claims to which he was taking Mr. Simpson. But Alec hadn’t the faintest idea how to find those claims. However, there was certain logic which could not fail to guide him correctly.
North lay the Cherokee Strip, in which no lands were open, so surely Pete would not go north. It stood to reason that, knowing of claims he wanted to stake, Pete would have camped as near to them as possible. However, it did not necessarily follow that the claims lay due south. Pete might travel southeast or southwest. But since time was so important, he would not go very far to the east or west.
Alec decided that, if he rode an estimated quarter of a mile east, then turned Carrots and rode the same distance west, and kept working south, he would be sure to find Cindy. And find her he would if it took him six months and he had to cover all of Oklahoma.
He did not hurry, for the time for hurrying was past. Carrots might have a very long trip ahead of him, and it was well to save his strength. Letting the pony choose his own pace, Alec tried to see everything.
He passed a wagon with a broken wheel. There were no horses or mules hitched to it and nobody around. Evidently, when the wagon broke down, whoever owned it had cut his team loose and ridden on into Oklahoma. Alec guided Carrots around a homesteader who had marked his claim with a huge white sheet. The homesteader was looking frantically for the corners.
Most of Oklahoma seemed to be very good land. But Alec had a farmer’s eye, and he was glad his father had gone on. In a year of abundant rainfall, any fertile land would grow good crops. In a year of drought, water would be necessary. Alec hoped his father would find a claim near a stream.
As soon as he had traveled what he thought was a sufficient distance, Alec turned Carrots and started in the other direction. Carrots flicked his ears forward and snorted softly. Alec looked with interest at a little grove of trees that rose above the grass. He swung Carrots toward them. As soon as he was near, he heard two men arguing.
One, stripped to the waist and sweating, had been digging in a huge hole. Over the hole, Alec understood, he would build a dugout to serve as a dwelling place until he could erect a house. The other man, mounted on a sweating horse, must have started from the border and ridden in the Run.
“You got out here and dug that big a hole since noon?” asked the man who was astride the horse.
“You dug that big a hole since noon?” asked the man on the horse
“Yup,” said the other man.
“You couldn’t have!” the horseman flared. “You’re a Sooner!”
“Prove it,” the other said.
“I’ll do better than that!” the horseman exclaimed. “I’ll bring soldiers and let them see what you’ve done! If they think you’re a Sooner, then you’re out and this is my claim!”
The horseman wheeled and rode back toward the border to find soldiers. The man who had been digging the hole looked worriedly after him.
Wanting no part of this or any other trouble, Alec rode on. But he saw why the disputed claim was valuable, for the trees surrounded a sparkling water hole. In a dry year, when wells might fail, whoever owned such a water hole could easily have every neighbor at his mercy.
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