Belly up to the bar pards and bend an elbow. Any friendly barkeep at the local cantina or saloon, some of which became legendary like the Bird Cage in Tombstone, can wet your whistle.
More often than not these homes to “saloonists”, Western for saloon (itself a word said to have Southern origins) keepers, outnumbered schools and churches. There you could order up rot-gut or panther juice. Not your cup of tea? How about tequila or its big brother mescal AKA mezcal, a potent clear liquid dist
November 2017
In This Issue:
Features
Western Books & Movies
More In This Issue
- John Selman Pt. II
- The Life of a Fur Trapper
- What History Has Taught Me: Margaret Kraisinger
- I’m Just Joshin’ Ya
- Mystery Man Identified
- Jim Beckwourth Leads Out of Fear
- DVD Review: Duel At Diablo
- Leigh Brackett’s Words with John Wayne’s Voice
- Are You for Beer?
- Johnny Lingo: Rot Gut, Sheep Wash, Chain Lightning
- Franciscan Trailblazers
- Last of the B Westerns
- Another Trail of Tears
- Charlie Rich Deals a Deadly Hand
- Tom Mix Superstar of the Roaring Twenties
- Lone Star Legacy
- The First of the Silver Screen Cowboys
- David Terry Tests the Wrong Man
- The Scandalous Saddle
Departments
- Where The West is Still Wild…
- Do we Know who Killed Bob Dalton?
- Black Bart’s Epicurean Escapades
- Cowboys and Conductors
- Western Events for November 2017
- How did Pioneers Preserve Corpses?
- Reveille on the Overland Trail
- The Encounter that Dooms Wild Bill
- Million-Dollar Cowboys
- Why Hasn’t Anyone Written a Book about the Lone Ranger being a Black Man?
- Arizona’s Most Historic Place?
- Was Bill Tilghman Honest?