The two men were riding by a grove of live-oaks along a woodcutter's cart track, and were assailed without a moment's warning.
The little creatures completely surrounded them, cutting fiercely at the horses' legs and jumping up at the riders' feet.

The men, drawing their revolvers, dashed through and were closely followed by their pursuers for three or four hundred yards, although they fired right and left with good effect.

Both of the horses were badly cut.

On another occasion the bookkeeper of the ranch walked off to a water hole but a quarter of a mile distant, and came face to face with a peccary on a cattle trail, where the brush was thick.

Instead of getting out of his way the creature charged him instantly, drove him up a small mesquite tree, and kept him there for nearly two hours, looking up at him and champing its tusks.
I spent two days hunting round this ranch but saw no peccary sign whatever, although deer were quite plentiful.