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Love RanchAfter their rain-soaked honeymoon, John and Ethel Love moved into the house he had built for her on Muskrat Creek. His ranch was more remote, more barren than anything Ethel had ever seen before. In an area the size of Rhode Island, the Loves were the only inhabitants.

We live the ranchiest kind of ranch life... The sheer alone-ness of it is unique -- never a light but one's own, at night. No smoke from another's fire in sight.
Ethel Waxham Love

John Love's dream was to build a prosperous future for his new wife -- big herds of livestock, abundant orchards and irrigated fields of grain. But during their first winter together, the Loves lost 8,000 sheep and 50 cattle. Ethel lost a baby.

Still they managed to complete one irrigation dam near their home and to begin work on a larger one downstream. But the next winter was the worst since the Great Die-Up of the 1880s. Ethel, pregnant again, had left John alone and gone to Denver for the birth. She and the baby, a son named Allan, had just returned when the spring floods began.

Storm cloudsBlack clouds, thunder and lightning showed heavy rains up the creek, although we had only showers about the house. All that afternoon John had been chanting happily, "Roll, Jordan, Roll," in anticipation of water to fill the small reservoirs. I fed the baby and went to bed about nine o'clock. Then Jordan rolled.
Ethel Waxham Love

David Love"There was a violent storm and a lot of flood water came down Muskrat creek. And it invaded the house in the middle of the night. And mother got up out of bed and took the baby in her arms and staggered through the mud up onto the hill to the honeymoon sheep wagon. And my father tried to keep the flood waters out of the house, but to no avail. They came in about two and a half to three feet deep, swirling through the house."
David Love

At daylight we returned to the house. Stench, wreckage and debris met us. The flood... had burst open the front door and swept a tub full of rain water into the dining room. Chairs and other furniture were overturned in deep mud. Mattresses had floated... Kitchenware, groceries and silverware were filthy.
Ethel Waxham Love

Bankers from the town of Lander showed up, surveyed the damage, and brusquely announced that they were foreclosing on Love's livestock loans.

Bidders at a farm foreclosureThe aftermath came quickly. Buyers arrived to take over the sheep, sheep wagons, dogs and equipment. John paid his... own cowboys, and they departed... Before he left, the... banker asked, "What will you do with the baby?" I said, "I think I'll keep him."
Ethel Waxham Love


David Love"After the flood, my father was of course devastated. All his dreams had gone down the drain. And so he told my mother that he wouldn't blame her if she left him. She said, 'I will never leave you.'"
David Love

They went back to living in a sheep wagon while they cleaned out the flood wreckage and began rebuilding. A second son, David, was born, and by the next year, the big dam downstream was finished.

Storm clouds againWe had a lulling sense of satisfaction and anticipation... awaiting a real test of the dam's strength. The sky in the west was blackened by a hail storm... It filled the dam, overflowing the spillway. Under the pressure the dam burst... John salvaged five loads of rye and more of winter wheat... This was all he had to show for his years of expensive effort on the dam. "Love's Labor Lost," was his summary.
Ethel Waxham Love

John Love was 43 years old. All of his work had ended in ruin. He hired himself out as a common sheepherder for forty dollars a month and started over -- yet again.

We keep open house for all who pass... "When did you eat last?" is the correct greeting.
Ethel Waxham Love

David LoveOne of the riders who came through was a chap named Bill Grace. And he had been rather lively as a young man, and killed somebody, and had been sent to the penitentiary for it. But he was a decent sort, and as my father said, the man needed killing anyway.

David LoveBut we little boys -- we were about ten or eleven years old -- we were in kind of awe to be in the presence of this murderer. And it just happened that day that he was at the ranch, we had been out in the castle gardens and had found an enormous rattlesnake. It was five feet nine inches without the head. And that's a big rattlesnake. And it was beautiful, and we skinned it out 'cause we wanted the skin. And we saw all this beautiful meat and we thought, well, it will make a good supper. So we brought it in and mother took the bones out of it and creamed it and served it on toast. And it was good! And everybody was delighted with it. Especially Bill Grace, who hadn't had anything like that probably in his life.

David LoveAnd we boys were told not to say anything about this being rattlesnake meat, 'cause it might offend Bill. So, we didn't. But we couldn't really quite stay away from the thought. So we were talking about rattlesnake meat and how good it could be. And Bill Grace struck his fist on the table and said, 'If anybody fed me rattlesnake meat, I would kill'em!' And there was a dead silence. And then mother passed the plate of rattlesnake meat and said, 'Have some more chicken, Bill.'"
David Love

As the years passed, there were still more setbacks. Fire destroyed one of the ranch buildings. A Wyoming oil boom passed them by. One year, shipping cattle to Omaha ended up costing Love twenty-seven dollars more than he sold them for. Disease took another sheep herd. A bank failed, and with it went the family savings.

Ethel and John LoveJohn and Ethel Love stayed on at Muskrat Creek for 37 years, and watched their children grow, go off to college, and succeed. Phoebe became a chemist, Allan a design engineer, and David a geologist.

David Love"When they left the ranch for the final time, they really had no choice. They were both sick, they couldn't get any help, the cattle business was being bureaucratisized, and their future on the ranch was nothing. So they were resigned to their fate, knowing that they weren't going to live much longer. Mother particularly when she left she said, 'at least I left it clean for the next people.'"
David Love

John Love died in 1950. Ethel joined him in 1959.

David Love"I think a lot about my father and in many ways, he is typical of the survivors. After the 1919 winter that pretty much wiped us out, he and I both had to learn to walk again, 'cause we had Spanish influenza and we were sick all winter. And I can still remember us standing together, each leaning on the other, the six-year old boy and the fifty-year old man, and his saying, 'Well, laddy, we can make it.' So, of course, we did."
David Love

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