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A rancher’s daughter

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Sue Seay Dennis of Dennis Cattle Co.

By Jessica Crabtree 

Everyone should know their lineage: the story of how their family came to be and got to where they are today. Its worth is priceless. That is how your story can be passed down for generations so that your children know who their relatives were and what prominent things they did in their time. That is something to be proud of. Sue Seay Dennis was the only child born to Wilmer and Leary Seay. The Dennis Cattle Co. ranching heritage dates back to 1899 when Oscar, Okla., was founded. Eighteen miles southeast of Ryan, Okla., the town was name after Oscar W. Seay, a prominent pioneer rancher who helped settle the land and established a family ranch. Oscar Seay was Sue’s great-grandfather. As a third generation rancher herself, Sue wanted to do just that and be on the land. Her fondest memories included her dad. “I made every step he did! I would leave my bonnet next to his hat so he couldn’t go anywhere without me,” said Sue. Wilmer was one of five children. After his father’s death, the land was divided and straws were drawn among the children. Although drawing the short straw, Wilmer was fortunate when the property he got was filled with oil wells. Over time Wilmer accumulated more land, even buying out all his other siblings except two. Wilmer Seay was a hard-working man who was always seen with a cigar in his mouth. The rancher and oil man quit school after the third grade declaring, “He knew all he needed to know,” said daughter Sue. Wilmer ranched all his life, driving cattle miles to rail cars. Sue reminisced on her father waking extra early in the mornings, around 4 or 5 a.m. One time she asked him, “Daddy, why do you get up so early? His response, “That’s when I do my best thinking!” Sue recalls her father taking three and four-year-old, 1,400 lb. steers down to his ranch in Ringgold. Sue chuckles at the memory of her father driving his steers to Ringgold before asking what time the train came through. After the work of gathering them and starting toward Ringgold, he got all the way to the tracks in Ringgold when the train came through and scattered the entire herd. That left Wilmer searching for steers for three days. Sue said thereafter her father called the rail road every time before moving cattle. Wilmer bought the ranch in Ringgold in 1938 from Carl Worsham’s Creditors Committee. Worsham, who came from a wealthy business, banking and ranching family himself, was one of two children born to W.B. Worsham. W.B. was known as a prominent banker and rancher, even owning his own bank at one time. His son, Carl fell right into his footsteps. Carl Worsham died Sept. 29, 1935. Sue’s father Wilmer purchased the Carl Worsham ranch from Carl Worsham’s Creditor’s Committee. The property was approximately 4,000 acres. On the property was a home built by Carl Worsham. Built in 1919, the three-story home was a mixture of lavish light fixtures and wood all of European origin. Mr. and Mrs. Worsham were said to have imported all the wood and accessories to the home from Europe. Mrs. Worsham even manicured her landscaping to mimic that of an English garden. The majestic structure was complete with the top story as a dance hall. Sadly, the story is told that Worsham went into bankruptcy over the home. In 1958 Sue’s father deeded the Ringgold ranch to her. Due to deteriorating conditions the third story of the house was demolished, leaving a single story and small attic which still stand today. The great walls of wood and mantel pieces adorned with murals of a peacock and wagon train can only make a mind wonder what the home once looked like in its time of glory. Tales have been told among ranch hands of sightings of a man in a white shirt. Some wonder if Carl Worsham still inhabits the ranch today. Since then Sue has maintained the ranch as her father did, of course with his help along the way. The ranch gained ample help when Sue married Skeeter Dennis in November of 1950. With roots in ranching as well, Skeeter helped round out the total acreage to approximately 30,000 acres in Oklahoma. Skeeter’s father, Scott Dennis and Wilmer forged a strong working relationship that lasted their lifetimes. Sue mentioned that between the two there was never a cross word. Sue attributed most of her ranching knowledge to her father. When asked what she took away from the man she adored most, she replied, “Honesty, caring about people and loving ranching and the land.”  Many memories are still shared today of Wilmer’s “character.” Sue described him as being a caring man, always keeping a garden and giving fresh produce to others, a man who cared a great deal about working ranch horses, hated burs and sunflowers, sealed deals with a hand-shake and until his departure came out to the ranch daily to oversee progress. Wilmer’s granddaughter, LaDonna still enjoys thinking back to the days of riding around with her grand-dad, “We would drive around in his Cadillac in the pasture and come up on an abandon baby calf, throw it in the back and off we’d go!” Sue revealed her father was a strong Republican who told her, “You stand under the eagle, even if he _ _ _ _s on you.” When asked if she still heeds her father’s advice, her response was, “Yes, I still vote Republican. Daddy said!” Wilmer died in 1976. Skeeter Dennis was known for his long-time involvement in the cutting horse industry. Skeeter was a lifetime member of both the National Cutting Horse Association and the American Quarter Horse Association. Skeeter was even presented with the AQHA Legendary Breeders Award in 2011. Sue describes her late husband as a “handful.” Together the couple had four children, Steve, LaDonna, Cindy and David. The two continued ranching with their family, building their empire of Hereford and Angus cattle up to 1,400 cow-calf pairs, 300 replacement heifers, and 50 bulls, along with steers and Longhorns.  The family also built up an impressive herd of Quarter Horses with bloodline going back to top cutting horse and reining horse sires. Skeeter died in August of 2013. Today, LaDonna oversees the horses with a total of 25 head. Dennis Cattle Co. is a member of the AQHA Ranching Heritage Breeder Assoc., NCHA, American Hereford Association, Oklahoma Cattleman’s Association and Texas Cattle Raisers Association where they’ve been a member of since 1931. In 2009, Dennis Cattle Co. was given the “Excellence in Grazing” award by the Jefferson County Conservation District. Additionally, Dennis Cattle Co. offers semi-guided hunts. That includes hunts for deer, turkey, hogs and coyotes. Also, they do aerial spraying and hog hunts from helicopter. The tall, feisty rancher’s daughter still resides on the ranch today in a cabin built in a special spot near a creek where she and her father would go play in the creek and build towns, calling them old California. She now watches the sixth generation grow up on the ranch and play in those very same creeks. Sue now has the opportunity to pass onto her great-grandkids what life was like for her growing up, life lessons and valuable advice passed down from her father and from his to him. Priceless memories include expression lessons in Nocona when she was four or five, riding in the back of her dad’s pickup to the river, tap lessons and piano lesson she begged her parents not to take, cooking for branding crews, driving across an iced tank with her dad and so much more.  Other interesting facts about Sue include, having a ticket to the Fort Worth Stock Show the last 82 years and only missing three years of it, and the fact that she wrote a cook book entitled, “Cooking in the Cabin.” Undoubtedly life on the ranch sees down times. Sue has seen it from drought to floods. She doesn’t remember an actual dust bowl, but remembers bad dust storms. She saw a time when sugar and tires were rationed and you had to have war stamps for each. She saw a time of flood that baby calves washed down the river. She saw a time when people followed the river and oil boom, living in small shot-gun houses. The change she remembers most is the present drought. Sue knows of tanks on their place that were there way before her that are dry today. The drought of the 50s holds no candle to the present in her mind.  In her 84 years, Sue hasn’t seen it all yet. She is an avid traveler. She has traveled to almost every state except to the north where she has no desire to visit. As a rancher’s daughter, granddaughter and wife, she has lived through it all. Above all she is a cancer survivor with an appreciation for life and a family lineage that will carry on for many generations to come. For additional information about Dennis Cattle Co. their cattle, horses or hunting visit their website at denniscattleco.com or sandbhelicoptertours.com

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Tracks in the Sand

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By Savannah Magoteaux

This morning, I walked out into my arena and noticed something that gave me pause. The roping steers had been in there the day before, and even though the ground was wide and level, the dirt carried their story. Hoofprints crossed every direction, but in several spots, the same trail was pressed deeper than the rest. Twelve steers had been turned out, yet more than a few chose the exact same path, wearing it down until it stood out from all the other tracks.

Cattle are creatures of habit. Anyone who has spent time around them knows this. They like routine: the same feed, the same water trough, the same shade tree in the pasture. When they are turned loose, they rarely wander without purpose. More often than not, they move together, following the same course as the steer in front of them. There are reasons for this: efficiency, safety, instinct. Walking a beaten path conserves energy, and following the herd is their natural defense. Even in an arena with no real destination, those instincts come through. By the end of a short turnout, you will see the evidence, lines where they have chosen the easiest way to travel and stuck with it.

Out on the range, those lines last longer. Before fences and highways, cattle drives cut deep paths across the land. The Chisholm Trail, which carried herds north from Texas through Oklahoma into Kansas, was walked by millions of cattle in the late 1800s. More than a century later, faint traces of those trails remain, worn so deep by hooves and wagon wheels that the land still carries the mark. On ranches today, you can see the same effect in pastures where cattle walk the same lines between water and grazing. From the ground, those trails might look like nothing more than dusty ruts, but from the air, they sometimes stand out as sharp lines winding through otherwise open fields. Cattle do not simply pass over the land; they shape it. Every step adds up.

That simple truth extends beyond livestock. We all make tracks. Our habits and routines are our trails, worn in by repetition, sometimes efficient, sometimes limiting. Like the cow paths, they can serve a purpose, keeping us steady and helping us move forward. But when repeated without thought, they risk becoming ruts, keeping us from stepping into new ground. History offers perspective here, too. The old cattle trails built towns and economies, but once railroads and fences changed the landscape, those paths were no longer helpful. Sticking to them would have meant going in circles. Progress required something new.

The Tracks We Leave

Standing in the arena, I thought about the kind of tracks I leave behind. Most of mine are not visible in the dirt. They are pressed into my daily life, how I work, the way I handle challenges, and the example I set. Some are helpful and worth keeping. Others may have outlived their purpose. The difference lies in knowing when to stay on the track and when to step off it.

Tomorrow I will drag the arena and smooth it all clean again. The next time the steers are turned in, they will make the same trails. That is their nature. But unlike them, I have a choice. I can decide which paths are worth walking, which ones to change, and what kind of tracks I want to leave for others who might follow.

Tracks tell a story. Sometimes they are only temporary, fading with the next rain. Other times, they last for generations, reminders of where herds and people once walked. This morning, the cattle showed me again that even the smallest things on the ranch carry meaning. Their tracks in the arena were not just marks in the dirt. They are a lesson showing that every step matters, and the paths we choose shape more than just the ground beneath our feet.

References

Jordan, T. G. Trails to Texas: Southern Roots of Western Cattle Ranching. University of Nebraska Press, 1981.

Frantz, J. B. “The Chisholm Trail.” Handbook of Texas Online, Texas State Historical Association.

Bailey, C. “Animal Behavior and Herd Dynamics in Cattle.” Oklahoma State University Extension, 2019.

National Park Service. “Chisholm Trail: Herding Cattle and History.” https://www.nps.gov

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Apple Fritter Quick Bread

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Total Time: 1 hour and 40 minutes

Servings: 10

2 medium apples (any type), peeled, cored & diced 

1/3 cup brown sugar

1 tsp cinnamon

1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened

2/3 cup granulated sugar

2 large eggs

1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 3/4 tsp baking powder

1/2 cup milk

For the Glaze:

  • 1/2 cup (60g) powdered sugar

1–2 tbsp milk

1/4 tsp vanilla extract

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease and line a 9×5-inch loaf pan with parchment paper.

Peel and chop apples and place in a bowl with brown sugar and cinnamon. Toss and set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, cream together butter and granulated sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs one at a time, then add vanilla. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour and baking powder. Gradually add dry ingredients to the butter mixture, alternating with milk, mixing until just combined.

Next, pour half of the batter into the loaf pan, top with half of the apple mixture, then repeat with remaining batter and apples. Lightly swirl with a knife for a marbled effect.

Bake for 50–55 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Cool in pan for 10 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

In a small bowl, whisk together powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla until smooth. Drizzle over cooled bread.

Slice and enjoy warm or at room temperature.

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From Savior to Lord

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At a funeral I went to recently, the preacher said something that has stayed with me. He reminded us that, for the man we were honoring, God went from being Savior to Lord.

That phrase captures a turning point in faith. When we first come to know Christ, it’s with gratitude for His saving grace. It’s personal, almost inward-looking: Jesus rescued me. He forgave me. He gave me new life. In that moment, He is our Savior.

But faith is not meant to remain only in the relief of salvation. Over time, we are called to move from simply being saved to truly being led. To call Jesus Lord is to hand Him the reins, to let Him set the course. It means the decisions we make, the way we spend our time, and even the way we handle hardship reflect His authority instead of our own desires.

That shift isn’t dramatic or loud — it’s usually lived out in the everyday. It’s choosing honesty when cutting corners would be easier. It’s setting aside pride to serve others. It’s holding firm in values even when the world says compromise. It’s forgiving, even when it costs something.

And for people who work the land or care for animals, this truth feels especially close. We know what it means to trust something bigger than ourselves — the rain, the soil, the cattle in our care. A rancher can do everything right, but at the end of the day, much is still beyond his control. Faith works the same way. We can’t stop at receiving salvation like a safety net. We have to surrender daily, trusting God to lead, provide, and direct, even when we don’t know what’s ahead.

Scripture asks it plainly: “Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say?” (Luke 6:46). The challenge is clear — it isn’t enough to know God as Savior. We are called to live with Him as Lord.

Salvation is the beginning, but lordship is the journey. And just like tending a crop or training a good rope horse, it’s a steady, daily process. Rescue is where faith starts. Surrender is where it grows strong.

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