Glenshannon’s spread was one of the biggest in Texas—or anywhere.... One of Glenshannon’s cowboys, an amateur geographer, once observed that it...
From Hondo to Big Ike
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Author Profiles
A Half-Breed Son-of-a-Basque
Like two horses harnessed together, the West of change and the West of complexity alternatively gallop and prance, slip and stumble,” writes Richard...
A Half-Breed Son-of-a-Basque
Like two horses harnessed together, the West of change and the West of complexity alternatively gallop and prance, slip and stumble,” writes Richard...
Digging Up Massacres
Since the day it happened, Sand Creek Massacre has maintained its station as one of the most emotionally charged and con-troversial events in...
Did She Strike Down Custer?
The end of the world began that day. Not slowly or quietly, not piece by piece or by degrees, but as a calamity that brings another and another and...
Ranch Romances
It started in 1924. He was the strong, silent type, with more than a hint of danger in the way he carried himself. His cowboy hat dipped at a rakish...
Romeo Romances Left to Pasture
The indiscriminate reading of novels and romances is to young females of the most dangerous tendency ... it agitates their fancy to delirium of...
Stuck to Her Dream
"I buried Pecker in his favorite place. I’d seen him come to pray here sometimes early of a morning when the sun was just coming over the eastern...
An Outlaw’s Poet
When he was 13 years old, poet Red Shuttleworth came to a realization about the Old West. While on a school field trip in 1958 to the Jewish...
Island of Rotting Horses, 1868
You probably remember the story of Lt. John Dunbar. During the Civil War, he goes crazy—and somehow rallies Union troops to a victory. Army...
Military Chronicler
Sandwiched between his first writing and editing jobs with the Valley Morning Star in Harlingen, Texas, and his current gig as a history professor...
Hired Out for a Tough Hand
Jane Burnett was not even seven years old as she sat on her pony “huddled over the saddle horn, icicles hanging from the end of my nose,” positioned...