Del Potter ran a little railroad he proudly bestowed the prestigious name, the Clifton and Northern. The line ran from the little town of Clifton to a mine north of town. The Del Potter’s railroad had only one engine and that was pulled by a mule, but Del considered himself a full-fledged president of a railroad with rights to all privileges and courtesies.
By custom, as a courtesy railroad companies issued passes to owners and presidents of other rail lines. Thus, railroad nabobs were al

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- Llano, Texas
- Jody Dahl
- 1956’s The Last Hunt
- Vera Cruz
- The Comancheros
- Apaches in the Southwest’s Borderlands
- Theodore Roosevelt in the Badlands
- The Floor of Heaven
- Route 66 Missouri
- Steeldusts on the Chisholm Trail
- The Hotel Heroes of Small-Town Texas
- “Most Interesting Spot”
- Parlez-vous francais?
- Spittle, Flies and Dixie Cups
- Tragic Fight on the Devil’s Backbone
- West of Mystery
- Plains Indian Shirt Sets New World Record
- Medicine Bags to Purses
- A Bandido’s California Colt
- The Man Behind the Myth
- The Cowboy from Quebec
- The Faithful Dog
- Happy 225th Birthday, Davy Crockett!
- Ghost Towns of Route 66
- Was Geronimo a Terrorist?