BH: Wow. Did you ever know of the Herards?
Glen: Ulus Herard?
BH: Ah huh.
Glen: Yes, I did.
BH: Did you meet him?
Glen: Yes.
BH: What can you tell me about him?
Glen: Well, he was a. . . an old rancher right over here on Medano Pass. He had a ranch there.
BH: Um hum.
Glen: He was hard of hearing—he couldn't hear nothing. You had to write to him. And the first time I met him, I was going up through the trees there with some cows, and I heard the awfullest screaming, and pretty soon, here he came, afoot. And his mule had rubbed him off on a tree there, and he couldn't catch his mule. . .
BH: Uh oh.
Glen: So I caught his mule and took him to him, and he asked me who I was. Well, I told him I was George Farnham's boy—I had to write to him, tell him I was George. . . And he knew dad real well, so he was tickled to death.
BH: Well, that's good.
Glen: Yeah.
BH: And about how old were you when that happened?
Glen: Well, I was only about sixteen.
BH: Pretty young.
Glen: Yeah.
BH: Did. . . had you heard any other stories about Mr. Herard?
Glen: Well, he had those two cabins up there—one. . . one on the crick, you know. And ah. . . some folks came to stay all night with him one night, and he let 'em go in one cabin, and the skunks invaded 'em that night. (Laughs).
BH: I have heard a little bit about that story, I think.
Glen: Yeah.
BH: Skunks came in. Did he shoot?
Glen: Huh?
BH: How did he get the skunks out?
Glen: Oh, I don't know.
BH: You don't know. Just heard that they were in there.