The only place cowboys hang out in Cortez, was the infamous 121 Club on the east side. The club had a reputation for fighting, drinking parties, gambling and flirting with the ladies. Cowboy swung open the bar doors and immediately heard the sound of several guns being cocked. "Now hold on boys, I ain't no lawman. I am looking for some help on our roundup. Anyone interested?" No one volunteered and most went back to gambling and drinking. "We pay $2 per day, a dry bunkhouse to sleep and the best vittles in the country. Miss Robyne Cote is our cook." Everyone knew the reputation of Robyne for her fine meals and scrumptious desserts. Two of the younger cowboys agreed to work along with a seasoned veteran cowboy who had had his fill of the bar life. The crew was set and the men would show up on Monday at 6 am sharp.
The cache is a small bison tube painted black. Difficult to see and maybe a little scratchy to find. Has a waterproof log. Should be available most of the year.