Frank Rusell

December 26, 1937

Davis Oklahoma

My parents were William Russell and Lindy James Russell, both born near Boggy Depot in the Choctaw Nation.

Father was a farmer and hunter. there were five children in our family.  I was born at Boggy Depot on 1867.  Father moved on Wild Horse Creek west of Davis when i was a small lad. I went to school at Fort Arbuckle. This was  Government. school.

While I was a young boy, Father hired me to Bred Camp to care for his children. As soon as I was large enough to ride after cattle, Mr. Camp put me on the range, and I worked for him many years. 

One night we were sitting in the hall of his ranch house when two men appeared form the darkness. I grabbed my gun and one of them said, "Would you let the nigger kill us?"

Brad replied that he had "raised" me to kill man.

They asked if they might get supper and spend the night there. Brad permitted them to do this The next morning after they had eaten breakfast, they rode away. They had not been gone but a few minutes until three men form Texas rode up to the house. Then we discovered that our guests of the night before were horse thieves and these other men were looking for them. They asked me to accompany them. We went in the direction the horse thieves had taken and soon came upon them hidden in the underbrush on Wild Horse Creek. When we left them, they hung to the limb of a tree, and they men took their horses and went back to Texas.

That was the punishment which thieves often received in those days. Methods of travel and communication were so slow that thieves often had a chance to escape before the law could take its course. So a posse took the chances and when the thief for whom they were looking was found he usually paid with his life.

After I was married I carried the mail on horseback form Old Washita to Hennepin west of Davis three times a week.  I received $60.00 a year.

I was a deputy under Constable Parks at Davis for a number of years.  One morning Mr. Parks came by my house and asked if I would help to trail a horse thief. He told me the kind of horse the thief was riding and the direction in which he was traveling. We all rode for a distance, and when we came to the Washita River we separated. I went alone on one side of the river.

I came to a crossing and I could see that somebody had just ridden through the water. I found the horse tracks and followed them into the timber.  Since I was a colored man he didn't realize that I was a deputy. I asked him if he would trade that horse.  He replied that he would, and I told him the horse I wished to trade was at Davis, but we could go and look at him. He replied that he had to get on to Texas.

About that time he got off his horse. I sensed trouble and I got off my horse throwing my gun on him. He looked very surprised.  I frisked him and took his gun. By that time Mr. Parks and the posse were there, and the horse was returned, to its owner, while the thief was taken to jail.

I was married to Agnes Williams a Chickasaw Freedmen We didn't have any license. The minister who married us recorded the ceremony with the Conference.