“Texas vodka? Man, that doesn’t even go together.” That was the reaction Tito Beveridge—yes, that’s his name—got when he started trying to peddle...
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Lone Star Vodka
“Texas vodka? Man, that doesn’t even go together.” That was the reaction Tito Beveridge—yes, that’s his name—got when he started trying to peddle...
The Best BBQ Joints in Texas
Coming from South Carolina, I arrived in Dallas in 1984 and was shocked at what they called barbecue in Texas. It wasn’t pig meat. It was beef. And...
Meet Robert J. Conley
I knew Robert J. Conley was not your typical Western writer when he came up to me and fellow author John D. Nesbitt at an Albuquerque bar and...
Top 10 Western Museums of 2010
I hadn’t seen lines like this since I tried to get into a bookstore in Dallas, Texas, where actor Jimmy Stewart was autographing copies of his book...
The Walls of a Prison Will Never Hold Me
Angola, Louisiana, might not be considered the West to some folks, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen any roundup get as Western as its prison...
Centennial Celebration
Of the quotes about Glacier National Park, I remember John Muir’s writing: “Give a month at least to this precious reserve. The time will not be...
On the Trading Post Trail
They were cultural centers, these trading posts on the Navajo reservation. “A community place for people to meet, get their mail, maybe make a phone...
The Top 10 Western Movies
Western films offer more beyond John Ford or Sam Peckinpah. Enough already about The Searchers, High Noon, The Gunfighter and The Wild Bunch. Here...
The Pony Rides Again, 150 Years Later
The Pony began when Johnny Fry rode from Pikes Peak Stables in St. Joseph, Missouri on April 3, 1860. Its lifespan was short, a mere 18 months, but...
Surviving Festival of the West
The Rockin’ M Wranglers don’t really look like wranglers, and Jim and Jeanne Martin certainly don’t sound like most wranglers I’ve known. The couple...
Remembering a Western Literary Icon
Elmer Kelton leaves behind some big boots to fill. Well, he would have, had he worn boots. “I’ve got two glass ankles and flat feet,” he told me...