Monday, March 20, 2017

The Oatmans Crossed A Lava Infested Landscape Straight Into Hell

March 20, 2017
   Here's a report on my first day of a research trip out to the Oatman massacre site. One of the reasons the Great Western and the Oatman family wanted to make it to Yuma Crossing is because of the new fort placed there to protect settlers:

Early Quartermaster Sergeant on display at the Yuma Quartermaster Museum

  Kathy and I drove out to the massacre site yesterday—two and a half hours—and it finally makes sense to me. Those weird bluffs in all the drawings of the Oatman family massacre seemed so odd to me, but now I get it. They  all must have thought they were entering hell.

   The Oatmans were members of a Mormon sect that broke off from the Brigham Young faction after Joseph Smith's murder. Their leader, "The Boy Prophet" told of an Eden-type place at the confluence of the Gila and Colorado Rivers. Cantakerous and argumentative in their zeal, the group broke up and splintered on their Westward journey with some members dropping off near Socorro, New Mexico and others dropping off elsewhere. By the time the Oatman wagon train reached Maricopa Wells, southeast of present day Phoenix, there were only three families left. Two of those decided to stay in the In-din village (one of the wives was about to give birth). Roys Oatman decided to push on even though his own wife was 8 months pregnant. Plunging westward into rough country, ringed by blackened bluffs and lava scarred ridges, they must have thought they had entered the gates of hell, and in a fevered, strange way, they were.

 A dust devil with lava flows covering the entire mountain
 to the north of the Oatman massacre site.

Today the mighty Gila River is dry, but in 1851, the Oatmans had to cross the surging river at this point, below, and, in fact, could not make it across and had to spend the night on an island in the middle of the channel.

A dead tree on the banks of the dry Gila River where the Oatmans probably crossed.

I intend on illustrating my version of the incident, that's why I was interested in seeing this local version done by someone in the Gila Bend area:

A painting in the Gila Bend museum of the Oatman Massacre

    The artist got the lava beds right. The Oatman wagon was actually pulled by oxen and they were on top of the lava laden bluffs when Roys and his son Lorenzo saw two In-dins walking towards them on the road. They spoke in Spanish and professed friendship. Perhaps, "Ola, amigos. Como estas?" It gives a weirdness to the event. We have been conditioned by movies to think of an attack as coming in a rush of aggression, usually on horseback, accompanied by a rain of arrows. Here we have some dudes walking up the road feigning innocence.

As near as I can tell, this is the long bluff of lava rock that the Oatmans
 were traversing when things went south.

Frankly, even though I was in phone contact with Vince Murray, someone who has been to the site, we couldn't find the monument or the graves, even though our GPS said "you have arrived at your destination."

A blow-up of the previous panorama, showing our car and Kathy waving.

  Roys Oatman wrote a letter to the commander at Fort Yuma to help him on February 15, 1851, "at camp on the Hela  River." This was three days before the attack.

   Ultimately Major Heintzeiman did not send anyone out because the Oatmans were massacred on the south side of the Gila River, which, at that time, was in Mexico.

   I always thought that after the murders, the group of In-dins headed east and north from the Gila (everyone assumed it was Tonto Apaches), but new research indicates they went back west, retracing their route, some say all the way to Agua Caliente, which is quite a hike. We drove it and out in the middle of nowhere we saw a street sign, for "555th Ave." which is apparently the Phoenix numbering system of Avenues which run westward from Central Ave. My mother-in-law, Betty Radina, lives off of 51st ave, which is some 15 miles from Central. Crazy to see that sign out there in the middle of nowhere. But not half as crazy as it must have been for two little girls.

"We were started and kept upon a rapid pace for several hours. One of the Indians takes the lead, Mary Ann and myself follow, bareheaded and shoeless, the Indians having taken off our shoes and head covering."
—Olive Oatman describing her first hours after she and her sister were kidnapped

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Oatman Massacre Site and The Great Western's House in Yuma

March 19, 2017
   Taking off today on a research trip to Yuma to see where the Great Western's house was located and the ferry and the fort in relation to early Yuma. As you know, Sarah Bowman was the first resident of Yuma and we are doing a cover story on her in the fall. A Yuma archeologist is giving me the tour. I was going to stop at the Oatman Massacre site on the way there (it's west of Gila Bend), but the roads look a little convoluted and iffy, in terms of where the actual massacre sit is, and the graves. The Great Western allegedly made sure the Oatmans received a decent burial, so I want to finally see the site. I've driven by a hundred times. Need to get some better insights from a pro like Vince Murray.

   Still noodling mules. Did this one yesterday morning.

Daily Whip Out: "The Steam Swirled Around That Jack"

   Also experimented with skies. 

Daily Whip Out: "Johnny Depp Sky"

"To start is easy, to persist is an art."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Friday, March 17, 2017

Custer Scouts Riding Mules or Horses?

March 17, 2017
   Got a debate going on here regarding mules or horses. This is a wonderful photo of Custer's scouts, including California Joe, on the right. The caption on the photo (from the original archives) says they are on "mules," but that paint, at left doesn't look like a mule to Deb Kidwell (our mule expert) and even the second one is debatable. What do you think?

Custer's Scouts, 1867

A Jackass At Midnite

March 17, 2017
   Here's where we are on the jackass front. Originally, for our May issue, I had the bright idea to lean on the word—Jackass!—with a vengeance. After all, we were covering mules and donkeys in the Old West and the word is completely legit in this context.

   We had Deb Kidwell's byline on the cover as "The Jackass Lady" (full disclosure: Deb herself prefers this moniker) and I had my editorial titled, "Jackass Nation." Plus, the original title of the feature was "The History of Mules And The Jackasses Who Love Them."

   About a week ago, my partner, Ken Amorosano, took me aside and said, "I know you are enamored with the word 'jackass' but the folks in Bishop, California have named you the grand marshal of this year's parade and I'm not so sure they are going to appreciate this?'"

   I thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Good point, jackass!"

   Seriously, Ken suggested I run this by them. So I sent a query to some of the fine people in Bishop who will be hosting me over the Memorial Day weekend and more than a few saw the humor in what I was trying to do, but this is the response that impacted me: "I do not think the word jackass on the front cover of your prestigious publication will be well received by the population of subscribers of whom the majority are most likely uneducated about the mule and donkey."

   Point taken, Tammy. I mean, whoever wrote that. So, here's what I feel like right now:

Daily Whip Out: "A Jackass At Midnite"

Young feller, you will never appreciate the potentialities of the English language until you have heard a Southern mule driver search the soul of a mule.” 
—Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Wild Bill Mule Man

March 16, 2017
   Another Westerner who preferred mules was James Butler Hickok. 

Daily Whip Out: "Wild Bill Mule Man"

"He frightened nervous men and timid women."
—A contemporary newspaper put down of Hickok's mankiller reputation

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

How Offensive Is The Term "Jackass"?

March 15, 2017
   Got a bit of a controversy going here at the True West World Headquarters. We have a big, 12-page feature on the history of mules going to press tomorrow and I wanted to use the title, "The History of Mules And The Jackasses Who Love Them," but several on the staff think the usage of the term jackass, in this connotation could be seen as too offensive, or disrespectful.

A Resident Jackass Seen Here With A Mammoth Jack

   I personally think it works on two levels: You get a mule when a jackass makes love to a mare, so, "the jackasses who love them" is especially accurate since fathers love their sons. Then when you factor in all the crazy people in history who rode mules, from Alexander the Great, to Napoleon, Santa Anna, Buffalo Will, Wild Bill, not to mention Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, you could safely say they were characters—okay, jackasses—who loved mules. Hey, I love mules and in this regard I am not ashamed to say I'm a bit of a jackass on the subject.

Six Gold Rush Jackasses And A Mule.

   Anyway, what do you think? Too negative? Too disrespectful? Besieged and befuddled editors want to know.

"He has had to plod and work through life against the prejudices of the ignorant."
—Muleskinner Harvey Riley,  on the mule, 1867

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Another Custer, Another Cody, Another Race to The Death

March 13, 2017
   Took another swing at a scene for an episode in our mule extravaganza issue: Custer thought his thoroughbred could best Cody's mule in a 65-mile run. He was dead wrong. 

Daily Whip Out: "Cody vs. Custer: A Race to The Death"

Daily Whip Out: 'Mule Lights Up The Night"


Daily Whip Out: "The Mighty American Mule"


Daily Whip Out Cover Sketches: "Missed It By A Mule Mile"

Daily Whip Out: "Sitting On Top of The World"

Question From A Friend:
In the March 2017 issue on page 44 "To the last Man," BBB quotes one of Tewksbury's clan telling James Stinson that he has been 'BULLDOZED' long enough. How would the Tewksbury man known about a thing "Bulldozer" decades before it was invented? Since I've never known Bob to be wrong I'm sure there is a good explanation.
—Allen Fossenkemper

Answer From A Friend:
   In the beginning “bulldozers,” however, were violent bullies. The word “bulldoze” appeared during the year 1876 which had the root meaning “bull dose”. ‘Bull dose” meant to beat someone in an extreme cruel and brutal. In other words it meant giving the “dose” of lashing and whipping as one whips a bull.
There were racist bullies and rowdies who used to terrorize African-Americans after Civil War South. They used to spread terror and often killed many people brutally. These thugs came to be known as “Bulldozers” or “bull-dosers” around 1881.  Even a pistol was also named “bulldoser”. Californian bull-doser is a pistol which carries a bullet that is so heavy that it destroys human life with all the certainty.
Slowly “to bull doze” began to be used in the form of a verb and became synonymous with “to intimidate with a great force”. “Bulldozer” was used as a label for anything that “gets the job done,”. Soon “bulldoze” became metaphorical in usage. Even in the present times it is used to mean “push through” or “oppress” or  “overpower”.
—Mark Boardman

"Ask and ye shall receive."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Trouble Rides A Fast Horse, Forgiveness Rides A Mule

March 12, 2017
   Thanks to Mark McDowell I got to go to a nearby home last night for a birthday party. Lots of Creekers in attendance:

Mark McDowell and Scott Allen, the sign painter
who did our True West World Headquarters sign.

 We were all treated to a concert by the musician and painter Tom Russell. The concert was in the living room so it was quite intimate. The dude can wrangle a lyric:

"Well it's three eggs up on whiskey toast and home fries on the side, you wash it down with the truckstop coffee, that burns up your inside."

Tom Russell, center, "on stage," flanked by Kit Carson (the soundman)
and Tom's Swiss wife

More Funky Fantastic Russell Lyrics:

When I'm too damn old to sit a horse, I'll steal the warden's car
Break my ass out of this prison, leave my teeth there in a jar
You don't need no teeth for kissin' gals or smokin' cheap cigars
I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars

It was a canyon, Colorado diner
A little waitress I did love
Well we sat in the back 'neath the old stuffed bear
And a worn out Navajo rug.

I slept through the Nineteen Sixties, I heard Dory Previn say
But me I caught me the great white bird, to the shores of Africay
Where I lost my adolescent heart, to the sound of a talking drum
Yeah, East of Woodstock, West of Vietnam

And this one got a standing ovation, from me:

"Racist, sexist, moved to Texas, passed a dozen worthless checks, killed three men and made it cross the border. . .his mother said he was a good kid when he was sober. . ."

   Tom has an art opening today at The Cattletrack Art Compound in Scottsdale and a concert tonight, which is sold out.

"Trouble rides a fast horse, forgiveness rides a mule."
—Tom Russell

Saturday, March 11, 2017

You Talkin' To Me Like You Know Me?

March 11, 2017
   There is a very funny Mexican comedian who we had on our radio show (Jones, Boze & Jeanne, Young Buck 105.9 FM) back in the nineties. He grew up in Tucson and had a funny bit where he channeled a Chica who runs into some white girls she actually knows, but only casually. On the mean streets of Tucson her challenge to them is hilarious: "You talkin' to me like you know me?" It's just so obtuse and ridiculous, yet accurate. This crazy, signature challenge has entered our family's lingo and we often drop this line as a greeting.

   Update: Okay, I emailed Jeanne Sedello and she remembered. The comedian's name is Pablo Francisco.

   Somehow, I channeled this sentiment to a mule. As you know, mules can be, well, surly and obstinate.

Daily Whip Out: "You Talkin' To Me Like You Know Me?"

"The art of creativity is remembering the line, but forgetting who said it."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Friday, March 10, 2017

Giving People What They Don't Want, Yet

March 10, 2017
   It's always tough aiming your efforts at what you think people will want. And, at at the end of the day, most artists are aiming right at that. I know I am. That' where this came from:

Daily Whip Out: "Wyatt In Hollywood: The Last Outlaw Town"

   I thought this concept was going to be a book and a documentary, but, in spite of a cover story, it has never gained traction and so, here we are, over a year later and the idea is just that, an idea. 

   Meanwhile, back in 1977, I whipped this out with little or no intention other than to be be a little risque.

Daily Whip Out: "Honkytonk Sue: The Queen of Country Swing"

   And the next thing you know, I had an agent at William Morris and a deal at Columbia Pictures with Larry McMurtry writing a script for Goldie Hawn. So what's the diff? I think Mo knows.

"You don't give people what they want. You give them what they don't yet know they want."
—Mo Willems, Children's book author

Thursday, March 09, 2017

That Jack Advanced Thru The Dust Like A Ghost

March 9, 2017
   Went home for lunch and had fun. 

Daily Whip Out: "That Jack Advanced Thru The Dust Like A Ghost"

"Sometimes the magic works and sometimes it doesn't"
—Chief Dan George, as Old Lodge Skins, "Little Big Man"

Donkey Dynamite!

March 9, 2017
   Worked most of the morning on a spot piece for our big mule package in May. 

Daily Whip Out: "Donkey Dynamite"

Donkey Dynamite Goes Sailing 
  In 1890, the Norwegian explorer Carl Lumholtz was traversing the Sierra Madres in Mexico, when he heard a noise above him on the switchbacks. He looked up to see a donkey with its pack on come hurtling past him, "turning over and over with astounding speed." The donkey sailed over his head and down to a pillar of rock below him. The donkey hit the base of the pillar, then rolled over twice before coming to a halt. It then got up in the midst of its scattered cargo, which turned out to be dynamite! Two of the Mexican packers scrambled down the slope, replaced the dynamite on the shaken but perfectly fine little donkey and led it up the trail where it pushed on "as coolly as if nothing had happened."

"The American government resembles a burro; but on this burro lawyers will ride, not priests."
—Padre Antonion Martinez, Taos, New Mexico (1860s)

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Free Hand And Free Falling

March 8, 2017
   Mules on the brain, I remain.

Daily Whip Out: "Mules Rule Series, #2"

   Got that scene in my head and I haven't got it yet, but I will.

Free Falling
"Mule rolled downhill for five hundred feet, yet was uninjured."
—Charles Preuss, German cartographer on John C. Fremont's first, second and fourth exploratory expeditions, December 16, 1843

Daily Whip Out: "Mule Rules Series, No. 3"

I Want One of Those!
   A muleteer I know, related this conversion tale: "I was riding horseback on a steep trail when the pack mule in front of me got bumped off the trail and slid towards a 1,500 foot drop. The first thing I noticed was that the mule spread out—flat—which slowed his slide, and then, with his back hooves dangling off the cliff, he literally reached out with his front hooves and grabbed rocks to help him climb back up the slippery slope. When he regained the trail, he shook himself off and went on his way. It was at that moment, I said, "I want one of those!"

Daily Whip Out: "Free Fallin'"

"The total distance today was 36 miles. The horses were now falling away in an alarming manner, but the mules seem to require the stimulus of distention, and nothing else: this the dry grass affords."
—Lieutenant W.H. Emory, a topographical engineer on Kearny's expedition to California, 1846

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Did Custer Ride His Horse to Death?

March 7, 2017
   Got a mini-controversy going regarding a great story we are going to publish in our May issue. Our intrepid mule authority and writer of the main feature, Deb Kidwell, brought us a wonderful mule vs. horse story. According to William F. Cody, he rode 65 miles on his trusty grey mule against Custer on his thoroughbred and not only did the mule win the race but in the morning, Cody found out Custer's horse died during the night.

Daily Whip Out: "The Scout William F. Cody On His Trusty Grey Mule"

   Doing my due diligence, I copied the Distinguished Professor Paul Andrew Hutton at the University of New Mexico knowing if it involved Custer he would give me the straight skinny. He surprised me with this reply:

"There are several variant editions of Cody's autobiography and the horse dying does not appear in all of them, suggesting some press agent was trying to improve on Cody's original story."
—Paul Andrew Hutton

   Turns out Cody wrote his first autobiography in 1879 and then another version in 1888 and then as his fame grew, the story was expanded and added on to—yes, by press agents and even Zane Grey!—and the dying Custer horse is not in the first version. So, to help clarify all this, Paul brought in Jeremy Johnston from the Cody Museum in Cody, Wyoming. Here is his report:

   "Buffalo Bill wrote, or John Burke co/wrote, four autobiographies.  The first one, The Life of the Hon. William F. Cody, Known as Buffalo Bill was published in 1879.  In 1888, a second edition was released, titled Story of the Wild West and Campfire Chats.  This version included the narrative of the original autobiography, along with an additional chapter about the 1887 tour of Buffalo Bill's Wild West in England and biographies of Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, and Kit Carson.  Various editions of the 1888 autobiography were released.  In 1908, Buffalo Bill published True Tales of the Plains, which is a historical overview of the Indian Wars peppered with anecdotes from Cody's career.  Towards the end of his life, Buffalo Bill wrote a series of articles for William Randolph Hearst that were published as a book, posthumously in 1920, titled Buffalo Bill's Life Story.

   "Helen Cody Wetmore, Bill's sister published the biography Last of the Great Scouts in 1899, various editions and contributors, including Zane Grey, have appeared related to this work.  Julia Goodman's autobiography, which was very rough and appeared later in journal form, were used for a 1950s biography of Buffalo Bill.  

   "I know the Custer mule story appears in the first, second, and last autobiography.  I am not sure if it appears his 1908 history of the Indian Wars."
—Jeremy Johnston, Cody Museum, Cody Wyoming

Daily Whip Out: "Custer & Cody"

   So, I am inclined to think the dying horse story is true, but if you are a skeptic, you have plenty of ammunition to doubt the story. Here is a truncated version of our final take on the story, utilizing the Cody version from 1920:

Cody Vs. Custer, A Race to The Death
   In mid-1867 Bill Cody met George Armstrong Custer, when Custer needed a guide from Fort Hays to Fort Larned, a distance of sixty-five miles. According to Bill’s account in his book, An Autobiography of Buffalo Bill by Colonel W.F. Cody, Cosmopolitan Book Corporation, 1920, the following exchange took place;  "I am glad to meet you, Cody," he (Custer) said. "General Sherman has told me about you. But I am in a hurry, and I am sorry to see you riding that mule." "General," I returned, "that is one of the best horses at the fort." "It isn't a horse at all," he said, "but if it's the best you've got we shall have to start."
“His (Custer’s) animal was a fine Kentucky thoroughbred. Whenever Custer was not looking I slyly spurred the mule ahead, and when he would start forward I would rein him in and pat him by way of restraint, bidding him not to be too fractious, as we hadn't yet reached the sandhills. In this way I set a good lively pace—something like nine miles an hour—all morning.
“Custer advised his captain,  "I shall ride ahead with Cody," he added. "Now, Cody, I am ready for you and that mouse-colored mule."
“When we rode up to the quarters of Captain Daingerfield Parker, General Custer dismounted, and his horse was led off to the stables by an orderly. I was personally sure that my mule was well cared for, and he was fresh as a daisy the next morning.
“After an early breakfast I groomed and saddled my mule, and, riding down to the general's quarters. I saluted as he came out.
"I am not feeling very pleasant this morning, Cody," he said. "My horse died during the night."
“I said I was very sorry his animal got into too fast a class the day before.
"Well," he replied, "hereafter I will have nothing to say against a mule. We will meet again on the Plains. I shall try to have you detailed as my guide, and then we will have time to talk over that race."

"History is a cruel trick played on the dead by the living."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Monday, March 06, 2017

Goodbye True West Moments

March 6, 2017
   Thanks to the genius of editor Ken Western (since retired) at the Arizona Republic, I was assigned a weekly cartoon feature on the history of Arizona. This was a lead up to the Arizona Centennial (1912-2012). The first True West Moment ran on March 7, 2010.

   Just got word the Arizona Republic is discontinuing the feature because of "space issues." In the past seven years, 330 of them have run, first on the editorial pages, then in the feature well, and finally, in the community section.

   Not sure if it's connected, but got this email over the weekend:

Regarding AZ Territory Born into Trouble:
   "The Statement you wrote, 'Tucson got the Capitol back, but then lost it for good in 1889 because it had to many Spanish speakers according to blatant racists who still hold high office all these years later."
   "I showed this article to at least 100 people and most stated that they did not know you were a sick leftist and wouldn't believe anything again you authored. Sick evil twisted Demonrat Party liberals like yourself disgrace this once great nation, I think Trump will change that though now that the Anti Christ is out of the office. In the meantime I will continue to show this hopefully to thousands of people."
—Dr Sardanikis (Joe Johnson)

Dear Doctor Sardanikis,
   I sincerely hope you show my light-hearted cartoon about Arizona's precarious road to statehood "to thousands of people." I'm not sure how you came to the conclusion I am a Democrat and a liberal. I am neither. Full disclosure: I am a card-carrying cartoonist who likes to find the humor in this world. I hope someday you find some, as well.

"For me, the fact you created 330 illustrations and never missed a deadline stands up there with DiMaggio’s hitting streak."
—Ken Western

Saturday, March 04, 2017

A Certain President Stayed at The Historic Hotel San Carlos

March 4, 2017
   Spent Friday night in Phoenix while attending the premiere of the opera "Riders of The Purple Sage." We stayed at the historic Hotel San Carlos where I have some history. First stayed here in 1961 as president of Kingman Junior High School (we came down to Phoenix for a state wide student council conference). Also worked as the art director at New Times Weekly in the late seventies, with offices on the second floor. Proposed to Kathy in one of the conference rooms (1978). Lots of memories in a very old building.

BBB back at the scene of many crimes

   Of course the big event was the sold out opera which premiered in Tucson last week and then moved up to Phoenix for the first of three shows last night. The Arizona Opera Company graciously allowed us to have a table with True West magazines on it, in the lobby, seen here, as two well-heeled patrons walk by.

The True West table in the lobby of the Phoenix Symphony Hall
where the opera "Rivers of The Purple Sage" was performed.

   The absolute star of the show was Ed Mell's paintings which were used for backgrounds and mood, on a giant LED screen. The paintings moved and morphed as the drama unfolded. I thought the story was a little hokey but Ed's paintings were jaw-dropping in all their massive, colorful glory.

   We killed two birds with one stone, because, Ed had an art opening on Saturday and we took that in as well at his new space on north 10th Street in the Virginia historic district.

A table of lithos and mags at Ed Mell's art opening today in Phoenix

It's a dog's life, indeed. (with BBB in front of an El Mac Mural next to Ed Mell's studio)

   There is a very cool mural on the wall of the building to the north of Mell's studio and as I was posing in front of it, a big, bad, neighborhood dog photo-bombed me. What a ham! The dog, I mean.

"We will adhere to 'Robert's Rules of Order.'"
—Mrs. Plummer, our student council sponsor informing me of my business duties at my first meeting as president of Kingman Junior High School in 1961. I was so naive, I thought the rules were named after me.

Thursday, March 02, 2017

Mule Logos: Over Worked And Over Done

March 2, 2017
   How can you tell when something is overworked? Easy. Take a look at my sketchbook this morning:

Daily Whip Outs: "Yee Haw, Hee-Haw!"

   And then, after I went home for lunch:

Daily Whip Outs: "Yee Haw, Hee-Haw After Lunch!"

   There is a fine line between leaving well enough alone and being half-assed about something.

"My wife rides a mule, and I occasionally give her a bit of a good natured hard time about it. I tell her, 'Your mule has a horse for a mother and a donkey, or an ass, for a father. That makes it a half-ass horse.' Now this is just my own personal theory, for which I have no proof whatsoever, but I do have to wonder if mules might be responsible for the term 'half-ass' when describing something that is kind of unconventional."
—Lee Anderson

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Channeling My Inner Range Rider

March 1, 2017
   Last night I woke up at midnight with an idea for a possible mule painting. I ended up shooting some photo reference this morning utilizing my custom made Mike Guli Range Rider pullover and my custom made John Bianchi Apache Kid gun rig and an old flintlock rifle I bought at an antique store many moons ago. I then tapped my go-to-photographer (who hates doing this by the way).    Kathy, I mean, my professional photo assistant, shot off a dozen variations of this pose:

Buckskin Boze No. 4: Channeling My Inner Range Rider

Painting concept to follow.

   One of the benefits of the trend towards posting online photo archives is the availability of countless photos that in the past were buried in the files of various museums and archives. Thanks to Andy Sansom, who has been diligently scanning images from Mohave County and posting them online, I  saw this little gem of a photo today, which he graciously shared with me.

Bonelli Landing on The Colorado River
Photo courtesy of Andy Sansom and The Mohave Museum History and Arts

   Bonelli Landing is where Tap Duncan came into Mohave County from Idaho and his wagon train crossed on this ferry with all their horses and cattle along with one fugitive from the law, Tom "Blackjack" Ketchum.

"Tell the truth and run."
—Old Vaquero Saying