At this moment, on Clerkenwell Green in London, England, a lean cowboy with steel-blue eyes loosens his Colt’s revolver in its holster and pushes through the batwing saloon doors looking for a shot of redeye and the outlaw who shot his partner. He’s a character in a pulp Western novel, a much-maligned fiction genre which is still alive and well, thank you, in the heart of Great Britain. One early successful Western was Owen Wister’s The Virginian, published in 1902. It was the first Wester

August 2009
In This Issue:
Features
Western Books & Movies
More In This Issue
- The Show Must Go On
- What happened to the corpses of guys killed in running gunfights in the Old West?
- Did Indians have a smoke “Morse Code” that sent messages?
- Did outlaws prefer Spanish Mustangs?
- My husband and I have noticed that some of the big stars rode the same horses in a lot of their movies.
- Was there ever a “Code of the West”?
- Were the Spanish vaqueros the first to round up and herd cattle in the West?
- What’s It Like to Live There—Fort Smith, AR
- Preservation: Surrender Site
- Ken Spurgeon
- Pueblo Revival Living
- Below the Equator
- The Non-British “English” Sharps
- Rollin’, Rollin’, Respectin’ Along the Western Trail
- Out to Lunch
- The Evolution of Western Wear
- A Dust-Up in Delta
- The Cheyenne Suitcase
- “Green” Ranching
- The Death of Chief Crazy Horse
- Skating In New Directions