These animals were not always enduring, and they required periods of rest. A man named Creel decided he would make a business of handling the tired cattle until they should be able to resume the burden of the yoke.

Bull canyon was unnamed and unappropriated, and there was an abundance of water, and the nearness of the range to Cheyenne made it a desirable spot for the purpose. So Creel built his crude cabin and rode about looking after the herd of bulls.

The Good Book says something about it not being good for man to dwell alone, but I do not think that had anything to do with the fact that Creel, on one of his visits to Cheyenne, brought back with him a woman.

This woman had no thought of remaining alone in the solitudes. The sight of the great herd of cattle, and the isolation put into her head the thought of independence sudden and swift. She pointed out to Creel that it would be easy to get away with the cattle and out of the country long before the probability of being discovered. The plan failed, and Creel

was killed, and Bull Canyon became only a name and a memory.

Tom Kane used to run the ranges of the Pumpkin creek country. Kane was known in Sidney in the early days. One day he had a brush with the Indians, and escaped into the rushes on the creek bank ten miles east of Wild Cat mountain, where he lay three days caring for his wound before he managed to get away.