Incompetence is not a word to associate with Tom Horn, for from his teenage years until his death, he more than once proved he was the opposite. Of...
Tom Horn: Competent and a Killer
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Candy Moulton
The Saddle King’s Mor-Do Ranch
Buffalo and longhorn cattle are icons of the American West. But then so are boots, saddles, chaps, spurs and guns, and for Mort and Donna Fleischer,...
Recreating Indian-Inspired Adobes
Drawn to Casas Grandes by its rich history and fueled by an interest in sustainable architecture, Jack Anderson set out to build a business and a...
Cattle Track Creations
Living and working as an artist in one of the few places in Scottsdale, Arizona, that remains natural and largely undeveloped, Mark McDowell daily...
I Will Kidnap No More Forever
Tourists had been sojourning in Yellowstone National Park each summer since just after its establishment in 1872. They kept coming during the summer...
Northern Pacific’s Peaks and Valleys
St. Paul, Fargo, Jamestown, Bismarck, Glendive, Billings, Livingston, Bozeman, Missoula, Sandpoint, Spokane, Yakima, Tacoma. These are some of the...
Saving Grandma’s Cabin
Anybody looking at the rotten foundation logs, the caved in roof, the shoved in southeast corner of the cabin would mark it for demolition. Unless,...
John Colter’s Favorite Mistake
Screeching and yelling “like so many devils,” the Blackfeet grabbed at the driftwood raft hovering above the swimming naked man. Although humiliated...
Good Luck Dogged My Trail
Clay Mann branded his cows with a large “80” that stretched across their side. It was this 80 brand that changed Daniel Webster Wallace’s name for...
Following 19th-Century Ute Trails
Nathan Meeker raised a crop of distrust, anger and resentment among the Utes that led to disaster. In one of his first acts as agent, Meeker...
Vote Longmire for Sheriff
The Old Cheyenne were with me, and I could feel their strength as I continued along the trail, my heavy boots forming the snow as I went. The drums...
Vote Longmire for Sheriff
The Old Cheyenne were with me, and I could feel their strength as I continued along the trail, my heavy boots forming the snow as I went. The drums...