Steer the rattling wagons into a tight circle! Protect the women and children! Draw your six-shooters as whooping Indians on painted war ponies streak over the rise of a hill!
Look sharp, Tonto! This isn’t just a tired western stereotype, it’s a Silver-Screen Western Hero Equation!
c. 2011 es cowboylands
In reel life: Earnest pioneers moving to promised . . . → Read More: Circle the Wagons!; or, More Advice from a Besieged Writer
A mighty happy (um, late) birthday to Max Brand! He never thought much of his westerns between May 29, 1892 and May 12, 1944, but I can’t hold that against him for too long. If you had been named Frederick Schiller Faust, you might have wanted to be a high-falutin’ poet too.
Unlike many pulp western writers, . . . → Read More: Sagas of Fighting Men and Flaming Guns; Max Brand’s Words Move Me
On January 4, 1847, Samuel Colt sold his first revolver to the United States government, allowing buckskinned frontiersmen and uniformed soldiers everywhere to sheathe their Bowie knives and mail their powder-and-ball kits to their poorer relations.
When Samuel Colt, cigar clamped manfully between his teeth, shook hands on the deal for one thousand .44-caliber revolvers to be . . . → Read More: Colt’s .44; or Western History Triggers Countdown
In honor of National Punctuation Day, a day revered by comma geeks everywhere, I hereby give formal thanks herewith, in perpetuity, without exception, to the heretofore unjustly ignored stylistic convention, long forgotten and usually misunderstood, and not to be confused by the subtitle, which in itself is of great worthiness to nonfiction writers, as it allows, . . . → Read More: National Punctuation Day; or Gratuitous Steve McQueen Pic
Billy the Kid pardoned????
Say it isn’t so. He wouldn’t be the archetypal 1880s bad-boy outlaw anymore–that sexy beast who wants to be tamed, played by handsome hunks in 46 (no lie) silver-screen westerns.
If he is pardoned by New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson, it would be
a.) justice finally given to the young man who . . . → Read More: Pardon Me?; or, Clemency for Billy the Kid, 129 Years Later
Back in the late 1800s, she was hawtness personified–Annie Oakley, sharpshooting superstar, a favorite of Buffalo Bill, Chief Sitting Bull, and European royalty. She was the idol of American youth.
No, she wasn’t a cussin’, mannish, cross-dressing kind of gal. She was a typical late-1800s lady, decked out in heavy skirts and petticoats and awesomely cute . . . → Read More: Happy Birthday to Real-Life Cowgirl Hero Annie Oakley
The Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, MO, closed = bummer.
An exceptional collection of western kitsch and singing cowboy duds for previewing at Christie’s auction house = lifts the spirits a little
Trigger = $266,000
Bullet, Roy Roger’s dog = $35,000
Hand-drawn music and lyrics to “Happy Trails” = $27,500
Most of the items bought by collectors who will keep the . . . → Read More: Roy Rogers @ Christie’s; or, Happy Sales to You
Reason #1 I love the movie cowboy so much
He (and now more and more she) is fictional.
That’s why they’re great heroes.
don’t massacre a tribe’s women and children in surprise attacks unless they go through deep soul questioning and soul searching (which they should, goddammit)
don’t shoot up a town like thugs unless it’s for comic effect
don’t get . . . → Read More: Or Not So Happy Day of the American Cowboy
And WHY isn’t this date on calendars everywhere?
Whaddaya mean nobody “does” cowboy anymore?
Tell that to rodeo goers to the more than 600 rodeos held every year in the United States, from Las Vegas to Estes Park Colorado, home of the Best Small Rodeo in the Nation, with a not-so-small yearly attendance of 10,000 people.
Oh right. You don’t . . . → Read More: Happy National Day of the American Cowboy!
The story is a cliche, but the way the media is frothing about it, you’d think we’re back in the golden age of westerns.
It’s the typical cowboy vs. rustler story:
1.) cowboy tries to keep a little spread and make a living; 2.) some rustler tries to horn in to make money; c.) cowboy prevails, simultaneously getting . . . → Read More: Media Loco for Naked Cowboy Suit