"I have a room now in Arriba county, N. M., and, a few days ago, a party that had come down from Callego canon took possession of my bar and room and run it for twenty-four hours. They drank all the liquor I had in stock, broke up several chairs, ripped a hole in a billiard table cloth and set an English Cattle Company superintendent and a cowboy to doing a prize dance on the billiard table. I kicked a little at this for fear, they'd break the slate bed of the table and It would take me weeks to get another. They stood me off with a gun, and served notice on me to keep cool and let my hair grow and they'd settle the score. They left me a tough-looking place, but they didn't kick a bit over the itemized bill I brought them of $190 for what they'd drank and smashed and had the use of. They were satisfied, they said, if I was, and they'd settle if the house would set 'em up. I opened the last three quarts of champagne in the county—three I'd been keeping for a girl, and set 'em up for 'em handsome, and they squared the score and went off peaceful as lambs It is a good country if you know how to take people there, and not be too fresh.”

From Illustrated Police News, February 27, 1886.