postcard or two. But Bob had his own
agenda; he was moving to Cowtown.
“I didn’t have but twenty dollars,
so I knew I was going to have to work
somewhere along the way, a filling
station or ranch or somewhere — I
was going to have to make me some
money just to get to Montana,” said
Pat. “Bob said, ‘We’re moving to Fort
Worth, why don’t you help us haul a
load down there?’ So I say ‘OK.’ We
loaded up and got in about two in the
morning.”
They stayed with his half-brother’s
mother and the next morning Bob
rose early and went to work. Pat,
being 18 and up half the night, slept
in. When Bob returned he told Pat he
had a job for him if he wanted it.
“He was a brilliant electrician,
Bob was, and he told me he could get
me on at Six Flags where he worked
at a dollar-ninety an hour,” recalled
Pat. “Now when I worked in Sterling
I never got more than a dollar an
hour. The older boys working out
in the oil field were making a dollar
and a half! And I said, ‘Man, if I ever
make a dollar and a half I’ll never see
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