Count me as a "Lonesome Dove" fan also. This post got me to digging around on the internet about Goodnight and Loving and I came across a mention of Tom Blasingame, who worked on Goodnight's JA ranch. Here is the link:
http://www.ranches.org/tom_blasingame.htm and here is his picture:
A few quotes by the old cowboy:
"I went to school two or three winters. It was a country school way out. We had to walk about a mile and a half. I quit after a few years because I just couldn't study. Too many windows to look out and see covered wagons and people moving cattle through the country."
"I've read lots of books. Read the Bible a lot. I believe what the Bible says, but I don't reckon I'm religious. Even if I was, I couldn't go to church because I've got too much work to do."
"We lived outside all the time. We had our bedrolls rolled up in a tarp. If it was raining, we'd just cover up with our tarps and sit there. We'd bathe in the river. It was pretty cold sometimes. We lived on beef and pinto beans. The meat kept fine outdoors. It was a lot better than this Frigidaire meat, you bet."
"I left the JA after two years to go to Arizona. I wanted to get to wilder country. Everybody wore six-shooters out there. I didn't. I was just a kid. I never did see any gunfights, but I heard of 'em. They robbed a train while I was there and had a big shoot-out with the deputy sheriffs. One outlaw got his arm tore plum off with a high-powered Winchester. I seen him later at a dance. He'd dance with one arm."
The Texas outfits paid $30 a month and the Arizona outfits paid $50. If I'd a had any sense, I could have been rich today, if I'd saved my wages. I always spent it or loaned it to some renegade that never did aim to pay it back. They'd drink it up and gamble it away. But heck, you were working with them, and you didn't think nothin' about it much."
"There aren't too many young men who want to do this kind of work anymore. They want a good house, electricity and things like that. They think cowboyin' is a big hat and a rope and a party on Saturday night. There's not many left like me. I'll stay out here as long as I'm able to work. I don't know, though, I may try another ranch one of these days, a place where they have a little more cow work. That's all I'm fit for is roping cattle."
On December 27, 1989,after working for the JA for 73 years, Thomas Everett Blasingame climbed off his horse Ruidosa, stretched out on the grass, folded his arms across his chest and died.
That reminded me of the last verse of "Old Paint":
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to my saddle and turn our faces to the West
And we'll ride the prairie we love the best