Over the weekend, I started a typical gunfighter pose, modeled off of a cool little photograph someone forwarded me. As it progressed in my sketchbook, his visage started to go south, as in sobriety. So, instead of a gunfighter, here's a new look at an old genre:
I've said it before and I'll say it again: if you took the alcohol out of the Old West equation you would have a much shorter and quieter history of the era.
"We was so high we could'ah hunted doves with a rake."
—Old Vaquero Saying