On a cold, windy morning in March of 1939, four men climbed into a car especially built for rugged terrain and followed a rough, winding road across the prairie to the skeletal remains of Old Tascosa. Behind the wheel was Julian Bivins, and his passengers were Cal, Ralph Dykeman, and Chancelor Weymouth, all to become members of the Boys Ranch Board of Directors. They stood on the courthouse steps and surveyed the scene before them – a few crumbling adobe buildings, a small creek, lots of grass, and aged cottonwood trees.
“How do you like it?” Bivins asked.
“It’s perfect,” Cal declared.
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