They came out in droves for William F. Cody’s funeral back in 1917. Some 25,000 folks passed through the capitol rotunda in Denver, Colorado, where his body lay in state, and afterward Buffalo Bill was hauled off to a crypt for five months before being planted atop Lookout Mountain in nearby Golden. Thousands of folks still pay their respects to Buffalo Bill. By jacks, you can hardly escape his legacy in metropolitan Denver, whether you’re sipping a beverage at the Buckhorn Exchange or

September 2005
In This Issue:
Features
Western Books & Movies
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- Waist Deep in the Blues
- Splashing the (Drink) Pot
- Medicine River Trading Company
- Following Butch and Sundance
- Forgotten Trail of Texas Jack Omohundro
- Appearances Deceive
- Tom Mix or Lonesome Gus?
- Supermen and Women, Not Pygmies
- Anchored in the Land
- I’d like to learn more about outlaw One-Eye Billy Moore, who may be a distant relative of mine.
- Behind the Eight Ball
- In the Old West, was there ever a female peace officer?
- Can you tell me why stagecoaches are always painted red with yellow wheels and frames in the movies and on TV shows?
- Who was the soldier known to the Indians as Bad Hand?
- Deseret Saddlery