When the news of the burning of the K. C. ranch reached Buffalo on Sunday, the 10th of April, and it was learned that the invaders were on their way north with murderous intent, a feeling of alarm and determination at once took possession of the people. Robert Foote, the leading merchant of the town, mounted his celebrated black horse and, with his long white beard flying to the breeze, dashed up and down the streets calling the citizens to arms. A gentleman present tells of the picturesqueness of the scene as almost beyond description. Riding up to the front of a store or residence, he would call out the inmates and in terms as follows address them: “It is the duty of every citizen to protect and uphold the laws of his country. Wyoming has been invaded. An armed body of assassins has entered our own county and with bullet and fire have destroyed the lives and property of our people. This same murderous gang is now marching on our village with the open threat to murder our citizens and destroy our property. As men and fellow citizens who love your homes, your wives and your children, I call upon you to shoulder your arms and come to the front to protect all that you hold dear against this approaching foe. If you have no arms, come to my store and get them free of charge. Our honor collectively, your honor individually, and the honor of your common manhood demand immediate action. Fall in line.” The venerable appearance of Mr. Foote, the bold and fearless utterances made in the presence of open and avowed sympathizers of the white caps and friends of the people alike, had the desired effect. In less than one hour a hundred brave men were under arms, ready to lay down their lives in defense of their homes. They were all sworn in as deputy sheriffs and systematically organized, the city marshal co-operating with them in every detail. Pickets were mounted and stationed well out on all the approaches to the town, and order and discipline everywhere established and maintained. The churches and school houses were opened as quarters for the men, and the good women volunteered their services as in the old Colonial days of our country. As flying couriers carried the news to the country districts the settlers came pouring in, each man with his gun and pistol, and a look of determination on his face that boded no good to the outlaws who dared invade their homes. Hundreds of men were spared to surround the cattlemen at the T. A. ranch, 12 miles away, but the constant rumor set afloat by the white caps not in the fighting ranks of their friends, that large reinforcements were on the way from the north and the west, kept excitement running high in the town and seemingly made it necessary to keep up an organized force with which to meet any emergency.