and he just run up and nailed that critter and he just kept a nipping him and every time he'd get close I'd stick him with the spurs and he'd nip him and I cut out more cattle than all the rest put together.  Get up close to one or another and I'd just spur that horse.  Boy his teeth would pop and cattle and steer and anything else that...(laughs).  Old George said, 'I know you was tough,'  but he says, 'I never thought you could run more cattle out than all the rest put together on a horse that didn't know anything.' 
"Old George was scared of me.  One day I said, 'George, sure, you're too big for me, but if you ever cross my trail, I said, I've got you.'  George was always a good friend of mine.  He'd known me for a long time because I'd used to work for D.M. Brown and trade at their store in Nephi all the time.  He knew what I was.  But he didn't want no more trouble with me.  He told old Scott Elliot,  he had a ranch that adjoined me,  he said, 'Don't ever get into trouble with that Coleman, he's dangerous.'  He[Scott] said he'd worked for me time and again, he said, 'And I never seen nothing dangerous about him.'  And George said, 'You get him mad and lookout.'
It was during his years in Woodside that he and his brother were deputized to serve on a posse to catch cattle rustlers.

On a Posse:The Shoot Out
"In Emery County, Utah, Woodside.  We had a great deal of trouble with rustlers, they'd drive our cattle off just before a big storm, or in a storm so we couldn't trace them.  Stole many of our cattle.  They used drive off a bunch and then be back in the morning, down from Dirty Devil, the river, and be back in the morning and we'd never know they was gone.  And our cattle kept disappearing.
"And finally the Robber's Roost we called them, they got in fights among themselves and they killed all the main posse and there was only 2 of them left.  They came back up to Woodside and went down the Price River to where Price enters into Green.  There they met Billy McGuire and Toe Whitmore and beat them pretty near to death with their cartridge belts and took their horses and saddles and guns and told them they were going to do the rest of the bunch.
"The robbers took their horses and everything they had.  And they got to Woodside the sheriff he got out a posse as quick as he could and came down and deputized myself and my brother and Billy McGuire and one of the Whitmore boys.  We went after them, followed them for 3 days in the mountain.
"Finally we located them just sundown in the evening and let them settle down on a ledge that projected out about 10 feet, down 100 feet, then was still another 100 feet or more to the ground, and there they made their bed.  So the sheriff said, 'Well, we'll be there daylight in the morning and just surround that whole south side and take them in.' 
"So we waited till daylight and the sheriff hollered at them, 'Hand's up!' and they come up shooting.  Each one of them had a six shooter in each hand and just shooting the sheriff, or right around where the voice came from.  Come pretty near getting us to cut them up.  One of the boys rim of his hat off out against his head and burned his head.  One brother,  shot him right through the crotch of his pants and didn't see us.  They couldn't see us.  We was hid right in the brush. 
"But he hollered, 'Fire.' And we all fired.  And one of them jumped straight in the air and went down and that's when [Tate] and the other fell dead.  So we sent the officer down to Thompson Spring to come up and investigate our work and then we packed them on horses and carried them down to Thompson Spring.  Took them back wherever we decided to bury them. 
"That was the end of the Robber's Roost.  We wasn't molested anymore.  But we'd lost an awful lot of cattle.  They was taking them to Texas and shipping them to Chicago. They was stealing the biggest part of their cattle from their uncle, Lawrence Whitmore.  He was the biggest cattleman in the country.  I don't know how many he owned.  But the people offered them good money.  They made a big haul.  They must have made a half million anyhow right there.
"So that was the end of our stock rustling."

Cattle for the Taking
The pioneers lost cattle in a storm.  They lost them in the desert and couldn't track them.  The cattle drifted off into a pocket near the Horse Canyon, down the Price River, about 40 miles below Price.  James Uriah remembered what happened years later when those cattle had grown into a herd. 
"We used to go up into that pocket and run wild cattle.  And there was a slug of them when we went up there.  The first settlers come up there and went in there and there was lots of them.  People all around up there, killing them like they was deer, you know, for beef. 
"We'd go up there and wait watching them to come down to the flats and rope calves and yearlings and take them out.  And we got lots of cattle that way.  Old George [Whitmore] and I was the boys who [caught them]  Dorsey and my brother Perry went up to run them out of some cedars and when they come across the flat we made a dive for them and I caught a yearling, I snared him.  And he caught a two year old bull, caught him by the horns.   And I caught mine by the feet and by both front feet and tied his feet together. 
"And, that bull, well it turned out he was at the end of his rope, he just whirled and made for old George.  He just put down his head and just run his horn and just missed him and run his horn into the horse and killed him. Knocked old George off about 10 feet the other side, and old George run toward a little cedar there, a bushy cedar, and he jumped into that cedar and got up.  When he got up a little ways he bent over and there he was, hanging there, hollering for help, and that bull just standing there hooking at him, he just couldn't reach him, but was just about to reach him and George was getting a little bit lower all the time. 
"So I laughed until I couldn't hardly throw to rope the bull.  So finally I run over and ...wrapped around the hind end with the rope.  And when he whirled and made for me, with the horse I had on, he couldn't get him.  He jumped to one side and I throwed the rope on his front feet and downed him.  And of course he kicked his hind foot... was tied up right now.  I jumped off and tied him up. 
"Old George dropped down off of there a sick man, he said, 'You won't ride cattle for me.  That's the last.'  But he said, 'I got a good bull, didn't I?'
"I said, 'You didn't get nothing.  That's my bull.  If it hadn't been for me you'd have lost the bull and your life both.'  I said, 'The one thing I ask you to do now is hold his head while I saw his horns off.'  We carried the meat sawers and we sawed the horns off.  Sawed them off right there.  So I got the bull.  Old George he lost his horse."
James Uriah continued to get cattle from the canyon, ending up with about 75 head from different attempts.  But he always avoided the Texas steers, with their long sharp horns.  They were too dangerous.


Once in Love with Leah
On June 25, 1890, James Uriah was 22.  He cut a dashing figure as a lean, strong cowboy.  He married a girl just barely 15 years old, Leah Thompson, (also called Mabel Cecelia Thompson), at her mother's home at Lower Crossing, P.O. Woodside, Emery, Utah.   Justice of the Peace J.T. Farrer did the MORE