There were three brothers. Actually there were several more than three but these three ran together separated by only a few years. They were born in Georgia and went to Texas together and ended up in Natchitoches and Robaline Louisiana as merchants and lumbermen. Here are 2 of the brothers. The one on the right was either my great-great grandfather or my great-great uncle. Slowly whittling down the clues. For now I call him Mustache-man-McCook.