Another story from one of the ranchers:
"The year I was a junior in high school, we had a thirty mile bus ride from Merriman to Gordon (in Nebraska.) The bus driver had owned a truck for many years and hauled cattle as his occupation. He had sold the cattle truck, and thought he'd kick back and do something easier, like haul kids instead of cattle. Boy, was he in for a rude awakening.
Ol' Louie just didn't get along with kids very well. The more the youngsters would act up, the more he'd chew them out and holler back from his driver's seat. One day, he was reading the riot act when all of a sudden the silence was deafening. Everyone looked up to see why he had quit talking. There on the dirty aisle floor lay his false teeth. Louie kept on driving, but reached down to rescue his choppers. He got out his handerchief, wiped them off pretty good, and popped them back in his mouth."