I rode a Mexican Mustang named Pancho through areas that would have felt downright claustrophobic during the days of Apache reign. While astride Pancho in southwestern New Mexico beside the Gila National Forest, his hooves noisily splashing through Bear Creek’s water, I stared at the lush vegetation along the creek and the canyon walls which rose up, locking in travelers on e

October 2010
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- Uno, Dos, Tres!
- Cowgirl 101 in Apache Country
- Uberti’s Wild West
- Trailing Alfred Jacob Miller in the West
- A Crotchety Cowboy Mentor
- The Tunstalls Return
- Exploding Ginger Snaps?
- Too Much Sun
- Outerwear Out West
- Celebration of Non-Indian, Indian Art
- C.M. Russell’s Illustrated Colt
- Mike Scovel
- Fort Davis, Texas
- What does “kack” refer to?
- Who is the namesake of Allen Street in Tombstone, Arizona?
- Did most Old West saloons have swinging doors?
- Were the Yaqui Indians the most fearsome warrior tribe?
- Were Hickok’s 1851 Navy Colts plated?
- What can you tell me about the eight-gauge shotgun in Streets of Laredo?
- Who was the first American to map the Columbia River Basin?
- Forget The Alamo