The 1923 photograph in this magazine article (below) showing Western artist Charles M. Russell (1864-1926) at actor Harry Carey's ranch in Saugus must have been made at the same time and place as this similar photograph, which came to us from Harry Carey Jr. (Dobe).

From printed page 48:

One beautiful spring day in 1923, Charlie and Nancy and the whole Rogers family and Fred Stone and his family spent the day with Harry and Ollie Carey at the 3,700-acre Carey ranch near Saugus, California. Charlie Aldrich was there, and so was Theda Blake, Betty's sister, who was called Aunt Dick.

Will wore Levis, a rough shirt and that old crushed hat; Charlie, as always, was dressed with his rings, tight pants, bright sash and that broad, flat-rimmed, low-crowned hat; but Fred Stone wore a suit, a tweed city suit. He took off his coat but, wearing collar, tie, vest and a bloke, cap, spun a rope as he had in the Broadway show. That started Will, and they both stood there spinning ropes and shooting the breeze with Charlie.

Will suggested they go for a ride. Nancy was not sure Charlie was up to it. He had been under the weather. But they went up to the stable and Harry Carey saddled some of his ponies. Will mounted, but Charlie could not quite make it. It would be a while yet. Dorothy Stone, Fred's talented daughter who had already made a name for herself on Broadway, wanted to go.

So they rode out, and those left behind gathered around to listen to Charlie. He held them enchanted — Betty Rogers, the three Rogers children (Will, Jr., Jimmy and Mary), little Dobie Carey and all the others.

When Will and Dorothy got back, the barbecue, was ready and everyone was hungry. Laughing and eating, they listened to Charlie Russell's stories of Montana and the time he went to Canada and lived with the Bloods. And when all had settled into that mood of satisfaction and well-being that comes of good food and good company, Charlie gave them an experience they never forgot. He "told" them a story in Indian sign language.

Charlie's deft and beautiful hands played out the story and Nancy related it. Charlie's face was impassive.

Will sat there watching, completely absorbed, a faint expression of joy on his face. That picnic was to remain a delight to Will to his last day.