Interesting time in those days. I participated in the second annual Stompede armadillo race in 1949. A wrangler named "Wee Willie" caught the critter for me in the pasture at Joleta on the other side of Bandera creek.
Wille was like a father to me. Unfortunately, he was shot dead in a squabble over a woman in late '49 or early '50.
A man named Pepper, who owned the Purple Sage Ranch down the road, gave us a mustang named Nellie and that goat named Janey. Mother told me he was a rice grower from Houston who flew in occasionally in his Piper Cub.
Also had a baby coon named Oscar I got from a man named Bing. As I recall, Bing got shot inside or outside of the Silver Dollar by the sheriff. But I may have that wrong. Maybe it was Bing who shot the sheriff. :)
I've never found anyone who remembers that incident.