I’m trying to avoid being trampled by a zillion tourists at the Santa Fe Indian Market or buried underneath an avalanche of roasted corn ears, and if I see one more piece of turquoise (no matter how beautiful), I just might scream. Suddenly, as I pass yet another booth, I’m drawn to the art of San Carlos Apache Douglas Miles. No ... drawn is not the right verb. Doug Miles’s art—“drippy,” “messy,” “chaotic,” “instantaneous”—doesn’t draw you in; it slaps you into rea

August 2009
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- 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