Sam wasn't afraid of anything and he could
ride any horse. His crew decided to rope the biggest longhorn in the
herd and saddle it and have the Black bronco-buster ride it through the
town of Cheyenne. Sam liked the idea. They roped it and he rode it
right down the main street with the crew whooping and hollering and
swinging knotted ropes to drive the bucking steer.
Sam's mount was frantic. It was a frightened, wild-eyed steer
pitching and bawling. When it saw itself reflected in the glass window of
the clothing store, it stopped and pawed the ground, then it took off and
charged right through the window, down the aisles over the counter, and
around the shelves. Sales clerks went diving for corners for protection,
while the steer plunged through the clothing racks. Then it charged back
out through the empty window frame.
Sam was still in the saddle with the steer's horns decorated with pants,
coats, underwear, and other odds and ends of gearing. The steer was still
jumping as the cowboys closed in to drive it toward the herd. Sam
shouted, "I brought out a suit of clothes for everybody in the
crew".
Sam was cool. When he got off that steer, he roped his horse and
they all went back into town. When the storekeeper saw the crew, he gave
them a cold reception. Sam was unruffled, he smiled, gave his apologies
and asked very politely what the damages were. The shopkeeper got
the books and tallied up the bill. When the shopkeeper told him the price
was $350. Sam never batted an eye. He just peeled it off and handed it
over. Sam later went back to work on a ranch near Cheyenne.