A Cattle Bubble Bursts
In the two decades following the Civil War, industrial meat-processing plants built to sustain the Union Army fed America’s growing appetite for beef. “Open range” ranching exploded in the West as millions of cows grazed at no cost on lush federal lands. The free grass fattened the herds—and the bank accounts of investors lured westward by publications such as the 1881 book The Beef Bonanza, or How to Get Rich on the Plains.
Bustling “cowtowns” sprouted across the prairie. In Cheyenne, Wyoming, cattle barons strolled beneath some of the country’s first electric streetlights. Inside the grand Cheyenne Club, members of the powerful Wyoming Stock Growers Association (WSGA) sipped fine wines and feasted on oysters.
In the latter part of the 1880s, however, the bovine bubble burst. Two drought-plagued summers seared the Great Plains before the brutal winter of 1886-1887 buried the frozen prairie under four feet of snow. The “Big Die-Up” killed millions of cattle, with some ranchers losing up to 80 percent of their steers.
Herds thinned along with the WSGA membership, which plummeted more than 80 percent between 1886 and 1890.“The trickle-down effect is that large operators start laying off cowboys, who don’t necessarily leave,” says Sylvia Bruner, executive director of the Jim Gatchell Memorial Museum in Buffalo, Wyoming. “They see the opportunity to start their own little operations and become competition for their previous employers.”
Adding to the cattle kings’ woes, the open range started to shutter. Under the 1862 Homestead Act, cowboys snapped up prime 160-acre parcels for $10 claims. “They’re required by the Homestead Act to fence their property, so they throw up fences that sometimes block the large cattle operators out of water access, causing even greater friction,” Bruner says.
Cattle Barons Target Ranchers for Murder
Inside the Cheyenne Club’s smoke-filled parlors, WSGA members cursed the small ranchers occupying once-free grazing lands and accused them of “rustling,” stealing their cows and horses. Shockingly, the Wyoming cattle barons who once made a killing now plotted killings to revive their dwindling fortunes.
The Cheyenne Club’s rules strictly prohibited betting, fighting and card cheating—but said nothing about murder. In 1891, WSGA range detective Frank Canton organized a six-man assassination squad to target homesteaders in Johnson County, where he once served as sheriff. After hanging horse trader Tom Waggoner, the vigilantes stormed the cabin of outspoken cowboy Nate Champion, branded “king of the cattle thieves” by Cheyenne newspapers.
Awoken by a pair of attackers, Champion grabbed a Colt revolver from under his pillow and wounded his assailants, one mortally, while suffering only powder burns to his face. Three months later, authorities discovered the bullet-riddled bodies of two witnesses who had overheard an attacker’s confession.
Hit List Grows to 70 Names
When Canton’s vigilantes escaped prosecution, Cheyenne’s cattle kings bankrolled an even more ambitious killing spree in Johnson County. On April 5, 1892, a 52-man force boarded a private train leaving Cheyenne armed with dynamite, rifles and “enough ammunition to kill all the people in the state of Wyoming,” according to one witness. The “invaders,” as they became known in Johnson County, included 11 WSGA executive committee members and 25 gunmen recruited from Texas with the promise of $5 per day and a $50 bonus for every man killed.
Canton carried a hit list with 70 names that included Johnson County’s sheriff and deputy sheriff, three county commissioners and a newspaper editor. The planned decapitation of Johnson County’s government had the tacit backing of Wyoming Governor Amos Barber, who instructed the local militia to disregard any orders from the local sheriff.
The vigilantes’ first task was completing unfinished business—killing Champion. Before dawn on April 9, the invaders surrounded a small log bunkhouse at the KC Ranch, subdued two visitors fetching water and opened fire on Champion’s friend Nick Ray, who was also on the hit list, as he emerged from the doorway.
Champion dragged his mortally wounded friend inside the cabin where he waged a heroic last stand by keeping the attackers at bay the entire day. Taking cover in a pit burrowed into the dirt floor, the cowboy remarkably kept a running diary of events in a little red tally book. “There is bullets coming like hail,” he scribbled. “I don’t think they intend to let me get away this time.”
When Jack Flagg, another accused rustler on the hit list, came upon the shootout, he abandoned his wagon and galloped to the county seat of Buffalo to spread the alarm. The vigilantes loaded the abandoned cart with hay and freshly split pine, set it aflame and wheeled it against a cabin wall. “The house is all fired,” Champion wrote. “Goodbye, boys, if I never see you again.” Smoked out of the bunkhouse, Champion tucked the journal into his vest pocket and burst out the back door. His body was found with 28 bullet holes and a note that Canton pinned to his shirt: “Cattle Thieves Beware!”
Aware that Flagg had likely alerted Buffalo’s citizens, the invaders barricaded themselves in a barn at the TA Ranch, 14 miles to the south. A posse that eventually grew to several hundred men laid siege for three days.