Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Moving to Arizona - Part 4

We had to drive fairly slow, and we did stop every two hours to exercise the horses and give them water.  I don't remember how many nights we were on the road, maybe only two.  All across the western part of the country there are animal hostels.  We would put the horses in a corral so they could move around and we slept in a nearby motel.

We got to Benson Arizona late in the morning.  We had just enough money to pay for a hotel room for one day, with enough left to buy some lunch.  We called Mary and borrowed some money from her.  We put the horses in an animal hostel, got a motel room and then went to get a good meal.  Since Daddy had sked Hughes to send any job offer that might be forthcoming to General Delivery, Tucson, after lunch he drove into Tucson while the rest of us went to the motel to clean up and rest.

Another miracle: there was an offer of a job with a good salary, more than he had asked for, and a reimbursement check for his travel expenses when he had been there earlier for his interviews.  Now we were ready to look for a place to live.  That was going to be difficult as we had spent the money on the horse trailer that we would have used as first and last month's rent money.

Your Dad had a thing about Benson.  He had stayed with someone there when he came to Tucson for the interviews.  He felt certain the Lord wanted us out, away from the city.  We searched for a day or two, but found nothing that we would be able to afford.  In the meantime, Daddy had a local vet come to check Sioux P, just to make sure she was healing as well as it seemed to us.  She was doing great.  Our miracle had held.

Later the vet sought your Dad out and asked how we would like to live on a ranch between Benson and Tombstone?  He explained that it belonged to a big oil company that owned a number of very large ranches in Arizona, New Mexico and Nevada.  Well, you know your Dad.  How excited can one person get?  Of course, you have to transpose that to how low key your Dad was.

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