Life On The Diamond Bar Ranch
A Tale of the West
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A stillness lay heavily on the land, accompanied by the darkness that precedes each dawn. A cool breeze wafted over the range stirring the tall grass gently.
As the first tendrils of light began to grace the rim of the eastern sky suddenly a loud shrill rising crescendo of sound split the morning air apart, as the yard rooster gave out an ear splitting crow, that carried throughout the cluster of Adobe Huts. This was followed by numerous other rousing vigorous crows. The rooster then stalked stiff legged about the yard as though it owned the place. It lorded it over the hapless hens in it’s ‘harem’.
The occupants in the various buildings began to sleepily stir prior to rising to face another day in the West. Everyone had chores to perform before the heat of the day set in and when it was time for the afternoon Siesta.
Over to the East of the Ranch Yard Proper stood a lone figure, unmoving, looking at the emergence of dawn.
As the colors from the rising sun began to light up the eastern sky another figure joined the first and they both stood there enchanted by the beauty of the birth of a new day.
Finally the second man said, “Buenos Dias Senor Bronco.”
The first man glanced over and responded, “Buenos Dias Senor Carlos.” “Es muy bonita.”
“Si, Si es muy hermosa.”
Then Bronco continued, “Shall we ride up to the Line Shack in the mountains for a bit of trout fishing and try our skill at hunting with the bow?”
Carlos responded, “That would be a great idea as work here at the ranch as far as you and I are concerned is caught up and the weather is ideal for this time of year.”
Bronco then said, “I’ll load up the cart with supplies and harness up one of the gentler horses from the remuda and put enough grain for the duration of our stay. I will also put at least four carrier pigeons in cages also in the cart in case we need to send a message back to the ranch. I believe there are enough matches, a mirror and a magnifying glass in one of the storage boxes; also any foul weather gear.”
Carlos replied, “I will get enough salt pork, corn tortillas, coffee, sugar and any other things we will need.”
“What time do you think we should leave, so we won’t be traveling during the heat of the day?”
Carlos repli
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About the Book
It happened in a Valley
Where the grass grew lush and tall
Large flocks of birds
Used to pass through there
In the springtime and the fall
The Valley was vast and wide
Surrounded by Purple Hills
And in the early springtime
They were covered
With Lilacs and Daffodils
The hardy folks who dwelt there
Lived lives of adventure and romance
And they would not have chosen
Any other place to live
Than on the Diamond Bar Ranch
About the Author
The author of this novel was born in central
At that time
When this writer was quite small his father moved the family to the
Government assistance was non-existent. When a man became too old to work he essentially survived on his offspring’s charity.
When this writer was eleven years of age the unwise investment strategies in the Stock Market finally resulted in a total world wide financial collapse. The entire world community was plunged into a decade long financial dark age. War erupted in
This writer served in the Regular United States Navy prior to the start of World War II on Battleships. During the War this writer served on one of the destroyers in Destroyer Squadron 12; the most heavily involved squadron in the early days of the Pacific War.
After the War this writer was a Teamster in one of Jimmy Hoffa’s biggest Unions on the west coast.
Later he became an Engineer on The Apollo Project from 1964 to 1967.
All of these experiences in one way or another led to the writing of this book.