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Origin: A Genetic History of the Americas

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through <strong>the</strong> debris deposited by floodwaters rushing through Wild Horse<br />

Arroyo, it was carrying him to one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> greatest discoveries in North<br />

American archaeological history. Over <strong>the</strong> last few weeks, McJunkin and<br />

<strong>the</strong> Anglo and Mexican ranch hands he supervised had been slowly tracking<br />

down and recovering <strong>the</strong> scattered cattle that had survived <strong>the</strong> Dry<br />

Cimarron River’s flash flood.<br />

The flood had nearly wiped out <strong>the</strong> entire town <strong>of</strong> Folsom, New Mexico,<br />

taking <strong>the</strong> lives <strong>of</strong> 17 people. As McJunkin dismounted to examine a<br />

damaged barbed wire fence, he might have been thinking about some <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong>se lost souls, <strong>the</strong> neighbors and friends who had not escaped <strong>the</strong>ir homes<br />

before <strong>the</strong> raging water swept <strong>the</strong>m downstream. Among <strong>the</strong> lost was Sarah<br />

Rook, <strong>the</strong> town’s telephone operator, who had stayed at her post throughout<br />

<strong>the</strong> terrifying night, calling house after house to warn residents to evacuate.<br />

The townspeople, at least 40 <strong>of</strong> whose lives she had saved, found her body<br />

12 miles downstream <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> canyon, her headset still gripped in her hand<br />

(2).<br />

As McJunkin worked on repairing <strong>the</strong> fence, his attention was caught by<br />

a pile <strong>of</strong> bones at <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> arroyo. He recognized at once that <strong>the</strong>y<br />

could not have belonged to one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cows killed by <strong>the</strong> flood; <strong>the</strong>se<br />

remains were old and dry, not freshly decayed. They were oddly shaped for<br />

cow bones, too. His curiosity piqued, McJunkin abandoned <strong>the</strong> fence and<br />

began to investigate.<br />

McJunkin knew about animal bones, both from his extensive reading<br />

and from decades <strong>of</strong> experience working with horses and cattle and hunting<br />

bison. After a closer inspection, he determined that <strong>the</strong> remains he had<br />

found were definitely not those <strong>of</strong> cattle, but <strong>of</strong> a bison… and one much<br />

larger than any living creature he’d ever seen. The idea <strong>of</strong> discovering an<br />

unidentified type <strong>of</strong> bison was intriguing. He removed some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bones<br />

from <strong>the</strong> site, and <strong>the</strong>n began trying to rouse interest in o<strong>the</strong>r people to help<br />

investigate his find.<br />

McJunkin’s recognition <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> importance <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se remains was a<br />

reflection <strong>of</strong> his experience as a cowboy, a bison hunter, and a welleducated<br />

(albeit self-taught) naturalist. He was unable to get o<strong>the</strong>r people<br />

interested in <strong>the</strong> site, possibly due in no small part to <strong>the</strong> status ascribed to<br />

him as a Black man. Born into slavery in Texas, George McJunkin had been<br />

living as a free man since <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Civil War.

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