At the ripe ago of only 5 years old, Nat Love was suited for greatness. He would tackle adventure like a cowboy securing a villain with his lasso. You don’t really hear the stories of Black cowboys, so much that most people think it didn’t exist. Nat Love was a legend.
The story begins in Davidson County, Tennessee, in 1854. The way my relatives tell the story, my ancestors came over to America from Africa on a slave ship. After the long and treacherous ride over to America, all the African warriors, soldiers, kings, queens, princesses and princes were gathered. There were two white men who would claim ownership of my African ancestors. One of their last names was Love and the other one was named Whitehead. The white men divided the captured Africans up into two groups. They told one side to report to slave owner, Whitehead and the others to report to slave owner, Love. My ancestral great grandfather’s relatives were on the Love side. They would give birth to my ancestral grandfather, who was Nat Love and whom was destined to become the greatest cowboy that ever existed.
Born into slavery, my ancestral great grandfather learned to herd, rope and brand cows and horses. Those were skills that would prove necessary for the adventures that would follow my ancestral great grandfather, Nat Love.