Monday, December 08, 2025

Dick Speed Takes Aim, Finally!

 December 8, 2025

   I owe a painting to this guy.

Our Man On The Ground Steve Todd

 Steve lives in Albuquerque and is retired military. For grins he likes to attend Old West events, like the one, above, in Tombstone. He mans a booth and represents True West magazine and my books. He assures me he loves this and he doesn't charge me for gas, lodging, or food, but he did ask me for an original painting of Dick Speed firing at Bitter Creek Newcomb in the Ingall's Onslaught on September 1, 1893. Seems like a fair trade. How hard could that be?

   Well, okay, in fairness, it has been a few years. When this happens I tend to get massive Lutheran guilt. And when I walk around with that much guilt, I make excuses: Steve's not really in a hurry. We still have time. Remind me, who is Steve Todd?

The Nitty Gritty On Dick Speed

     So, here is the key narrative from my Classic Gunfights, Vol. 1, page 52: Outlaw Bitter Creek Newcomb "heads up Ash Street to investigate. As he rides past the town's water well, he sees a man with a Winchester step from the doorway of Light's blacksmith shop. Newcomb overhears the man ask a local kid, 'Who is that rider?' as Newcomb puts his hand on the butt of his saddle gun, the boy replies, 'Why, that's Bitter Creek!' . . .the lawman immediately jerks his Winchester to his shoulder and fires."

   That's the scene Steve wants. So, how to attack this? First I break it down to the simplest forms which is what they taught us to do at Art School.

Daily Whip Out: "Dick Speed Breakdown"

    This is a joke. The above sketch is the last thing I did—this morning!, but it makes me seem more introspective and proactive than I really am. Here's the actual first sketch:

Daily Actual Whip Out: "Dick Speed Takes Aim"

   And, here's first pass at the final push:

Daily Whip Out: "First Pass Dick Speed"

Daily Whip Out:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim Final"

   This painting will be in the next issue of True West magazine, which goes to press tomorrow.

"If every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right."
—George Castanza, Seinfeld

Sunday, December 07, 2025

The Gotcha Gang: And You Call Yourself A History Magazine?

 December 7, 2025

  Saw a blooming sunflower on our walk this morning and Uno got a little excited.

Uno Licks Chops

Invasion of The Gotcha Goobers!

   One of my least favorite aspects of owning a history magazine are the semi-frequent swipes at our veracity, or, put another way, the verbal attacks on our authenticity. Case in point: this snothead kid came after Marshall Trimble over some inane claim by the owners of the Birdcage Theater which Marshall repeated in his column and this Gotcha Gang Kid attacked Trimble's bonafides and ended it with an attack on us with this precious bromide: "and you call yourself a history magazine!"

   As my friend Allen Fossenkemper puts it: "The Gotcha Gang members are probably half right and half crazy." That's a big Amen, from all of us in the history trenches.

   We are dedicated, fallible professionals. When the dust settles, history is about understanding change. That is not as easy as it sounds. All that said, I love what Margaret Atwood says about criticism like this: "One glance from my baleful eyes and strong men weep, clutching their groins, lest I freeze their gonads to stone."

Coming Soon from Boze Studios. . .

The Night Man

   Back in the late sixties a 19-year-old budding writer I knew took an overnight shift at a lonely Route 66 gas station so he could have some quality down time to work on his writing. It didn't go like he thought it would. On the writing front, he knew pretty fast he was raking a dead fire. He grew frustrated and depressed and he told me by the third night he began to write down his impressions of the odd customers who seemed to get odder and stranger, as the shift wore on. And, it wasn't just the weird customers, he confided to me, the closer to dawn, the creepier everything became.

Dodge Charger In The Outside Lane

   But the strangest encounter he had was with a Show Girl from Vegas. Or, at least that's what she told him she was when she came in the lube room without a stitch on.

"What do I have to do for a tank of gas?"


"I prided myself on seeing things others ignored or refused to see."

—The Nightman

Saturday, December 06, 2025

Sigler Museum Folks Pitch A Doozy

 December 6, 2025

   Here's another sunrise yawner.

Sunrise Over Black Mountain in Cave Creek

   What does $7 million dollars look like on a wall?

Dan Finley, executive director, standing with a

Charlie Russell painting, The Navajos, 1919

at the Sigler Museum in Wickenburg, Arizona

   Yesterday, I met with Dr. Tricia Loscher and Dan who is noted for his development of innovative programs, team-building skills, fiscal management, fundraising ability, and for creating strategic alliances with staff, board members, volunteers, and the community. Tricia and Dan want to do a show with my art to open their new museum wing. I am quite honored and we will have some fun.

   Coming soon from Boze studios

(featuring a new dimension of terror!)

   The water was shallow so he rode deeper into the chasm.

Daily Whip Out: "Death Canyon Rider"


More Feedback On The John Ringo Mystery

   "I challenge my friend Janelle's theory [who posited that Ringo was murdered]. Having read over the actual coroner's records any number of times, and with a clear-eyed look at all of the circumstances, I'm personally quite satisfied that Ringo killed himself. I have researched and reviewed literally hundreds of homicides and suicides spanning the 1880s - 1930s and I can honestly tell you there is nothing especially remarkable in the self-murder of Ringo. Suicides are strange things and those led to that place travel there by a number of roads. Ringo is no exception. His case is very much like that of any number of other suicides where chronic alcoholism plays a supporting role. We, historians and buffs alike, have made Ringo's demise more important now than it ever was at the time. And if Earp, or some partisan of Earp's, had gone to the trouble to kill Ringo in that lonely place, then why not kill Pete Spence, Wes Fuller, Jerry Barton, Ike Clanton or any of the other 'Cowboys' who remained in Cochise County once Earp and Holliday fled as fugitives?"

—Samuel K. Dolan, author/historian


Warning: Dad Joke Ahead!

   I have a joke about procrastination but I'll tell it to you later.


"The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Friday, December 05, 2025

Dad Jokes Galor All Beyond Hope

December 5, 2025

   Going over to Wickenburg this morning to see all the latest goings on at the newly named Sigler Museum. Should be fun.

Return of The Sivulogi!

Daily Whip Out: "Dust Devil Incarnate"

The Sinagua In-dins called dust devils "sivulogi," and the word was uttered in a hushed whisper, out of respect, because they believed dust devils are evil spirits emerging from the ground.


Warning: Dad Joke Ahead!

   A short psychic just broke out of prison. Be on the lookout for a small medium at large. 

   Coming soon from Boze Studios. . .

Beyond Hope

   Open on a seen-better-days shack on the edge of the Mojave Desert. A van is parked outside with a sign on the side that says, “La Paz County Indigent Services Department."

   Inside is a hoarder’s nest of Boomer ephemera and an old hipster with white hair and beard sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of it all.

   A prim and professional female attendant with a clipboard says slowly: “Can you please state your name and where you are from?”

   “I am but a traveler in the cosmos. My name is unimportant.

   “Who is the president of the United States?”

   “Some guy who shouldn’t be president of the United States.”

   “Do you remember your wife’s name?”

   “Which one?”

   “Can you recite your favorite song lyric?”

   “Hey mama, look at me, I’m on my way to the Promise Land. . .”

   “How long have you been living here?”

   “Long enough to know not to talk to government officials!”

   “Have you had feelings of depression in the past?”

   “Yes, I once was forced to watch CSPAN”

   The attendant pulls up her phone, hits speed dial and after a pause, says: "We're gonna need a couple handlers out here with restraining equipment."


"You can't trust atoms. They make up everything."

—Old Vaquero Dad Saying

Wednesday, December 03, 2025

Get Ready for A Whole Lot of True In The Next True West

December 3, 2025

   Got up to go out and get the newspaper at the end of the driveway and spied this across the road.

Another Ridiculous Sunrise
Over Ratcliff Ridge 

   I know what you're thinking: "BBB is still getting a newspaper delivered to his house?" Yes, as a matter of fact, I get two newspapers delivered to my house and it's worth every penny of the $1,700 a year it costs to feed and clothe those delivery people.

   Meanwhile, got this from my favorite little Aussie Bastard:


An Arizona trapper and his dog, late 1880s

   "I swear to God that is you and Uno in a previous life."

—James B. Mills

 Final Illustration
    U.S. Marshal Dick Speed steps out from the doorway of Light's Blacksmith shop and asks a local kid, "Who is that rider?" The boy replies, "Why, that's Bitter Creek!" Seeing the outlaw fill his hands, Speed jerks his Winchester to his shoulder and fires.

Daily Whip Out:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim #4"

Is It True That True Is In The Next True West?
True that!

   Not long after the Covid shutdown, we here at the magazine were stressed to the gills in a challenging media landscape, and our editor, Stuart Rosebrook, recommended we go to an Arizona dude ranch and recharge. Long story short, our stay at the White Stallion Guest Ranch was a revelation and a wonderful getaway in our own back yard. Ever since I have been a fan of, and a believer in the "simplicity of living" you get from the dude ranch experience. And, coming full circle, we have chosen as our recipient for the True Westerner Award this year to a guy named True. I kid you not.

   Also, as you probably know by now, our great pard Marshall Trimble has retired (he's 86) and he gave us his blessing to continue the column with the stipulation that we assign it to someone who loves the subject matter and knows what they are talking about. I think we made the, ahem, right move. Details in the issue going to press next Tuesday.

Uno In The Shade

"Why did Uno sit in the shade? Because he didn't want to be a hot dog."
—Old Vaquero Humor

Tuesday, December 02, 2025

Ladies We Helped You Pick Up Men And You Are Welcome Plus The Wildest Ringo Theory Yet

 December 2, 2025

   Well, it's been almost fifty years since we published this cover, and I must say, it helped so many women I know find a mate. True, some of the headlines haven't aged well. . .

   It was pretty damn funny at the time. Speaking of humor gone awry. . . This morning a message went out to Razz band members everywhere: "I have some good news and I've got some bad news: we're getting the Razz band back together for a non-paying gig in Seligman next April.

   "Okay, I lied. There is no good news."

The original Razz band, circa '79
   That is, of course, a snotty joke. Promising a gig with no pay is just the biggest No-No you can ever say to a musician. It's not even one bit funny.
   Sorry. We actually have a potential gig coming up on old Route 66 in Selgiman. Going to be a big one.

The Reformed Razz Band, 2024
(in the Palace Bar, Whiskey Row,
 Prescott, Arizona)

   Why is it that the craziest conspiracy theories are the easiest to believe?

"The last book on Ringo I read said the freighter that found Ringo was the one who killed him as he knew him in as an opponent in the Mason County War. He shot him while he was asleep and when he saw Ringo's body hadn't been discovered the following day he rose the alarm."

—Anonymous

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Snuggling In With The Unocito And Dick Speed Finally Takes Aim

 November 30, 2025

   Built a fire in the house fireplace last night and we all snuggled in and stared at the fire for about an hour. No TV, just watched the dancing flames, and listened to the popping sparks of joy.

A Two-Box Night

   Yes, it took two empty Amazon boxes for fire fodder to get it going, but once it was going, it was a snuggly thing. Which reminds me of one of the most obtuse and clever band names ever: Three Dog Night, which referred to such a cold night you needed three dogs on the bed to keep warm. One final note: they sure evaporated into nothingness, in spite of several humongous hits: "Joy to The World," "Eli's Comin'" and "One (Is The Loneliest Number)." What the hell happened to Three Dog Night?

   Finally got untracked on a new version of the opening of the legendary Ingall's Oklahoma gunfight.

Daily Whip Out Study:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim"

  

"Don't give up on your dreams—keep sleeping!"

—Old Vaquero Saying

Saturday, November 29, 2025

More Ringo Demise Opinions

 November 29, 2025

   He was found with brain matter running down his cheek by a wood hauler's dog.

Ringo Sitting Silently In The Bough of A Tree

       And the opinions keep rolling in:

  "Ringo was, in my opinion, targeted and murdered. The timing is suspect, the opportunity present, and the motive crystal. To say Wyatt himself did it is a bit on the nose, though. Wyatt didn’t have to. He had friends in all the right places. To say Ringo’s wound was self-inflicted is to give the man too much credit. Death was at his doorstep, sure… and he’d seen how TB could turn a man’s lights off, but I don’t know of anyone who ever took their boots off before meeting their maker. Hat, perhaps. Boots, never."
—Janelle Molony, author of Birds Gone Wild (And Other Stories of Arizona Ostrich Ranching).

 

   "I’m not going to speculate on Ringo’s death, for that’s exactly what it would be, speculation. However, I will point out that the Tombstone Epitaph reported that those 'intimately acquainted' with Ringo were equally divided as to whether the Cowboy was murdered or took his own life. So it is today, but now with historians and buffs in place of Ringo’s associates. If we had an eyewitness to Ringo’s death, things would be different. Then again, hundreds of people witnessed the Kennedy assassination – and we even have film footage of it – and yet that event remains one of the most controversial in American history. Quién sabe."

—Mark Lee Gardner, author of Brothers of the Gun: Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, and a Reckoning in Tombstone (Dutton Books, 2025)

"He said he was as certain of being killed as he was of living then. He said that he might run along for a couple years more, and may not last two days."
—Sam Purdy, of The Tombstone Epitaph

Friday, November 28, 2025

Experts Weigh In: Murder or Suicide In The Case of One John Ringo

 November 28 2025

   Okay, I asked for it, and I got it: some of my favorite passionate history hounds weighing in on whether John Ringo committed suicide, or was he murdered? Here are my favorite responses, so far:

Daily Whip Out: "John Ringo's Last Bender"


Based On The Evidence: Suicide or Murder?

"In my opinion, the evidence is overwhelming that Ringo shot himself, though I think there is a minuscule chance of another shooter. My main goal was to determine if Wyatt Earp could have killed him, and I am convinced that did not happen."
—Casey Tefertiller, author of "Wyatt Earp: The Life Behind the Legend" 

"Perhaps we'll never know for sure, but given what we currently do know - from the positioning of the body to Ringo's condition and state of mind at the time - the reasonable conclusion is that the gentleman took his own life. Reasonable conclusions are never definitive, and can, of course, change with new evidence or considerations. But that's the current story I'm stickin' to." 
—James Townsend, host of the new podcast "Forever West"

"Having suffered bipolar depression exacerbated by drinking, I'm convinced Ringo killed himself. He showed all the signs, including the threats to commit suicide.  I understand the case against...but that ignores his state of mind at the time."

—Mark Boardman, editor of The Tombstone Epitaph

"Don't ever let the facts get in the way of a good story."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Thursday, November 27, 2025

Happy Thanksgiving from Uno Plus Heayweight Tombstone Historians Weigh In On John Ringo's Death

 November 27, 3035

   Happy Thanksgiving from Uno and his wrecking crew. I don't know why, but the boy loves to hear scary stories. 

"And did they ever refind

the self-filling doggie bowl?"


The Wandering Scholarship Behind The Death of Johnny Ringo

   A couple decades ago, it seemed as if the John Ringo death case was closed with most historians buying the verdict that the enigmatic outlaw had given up and offed himself in the bough of a Blackjack Oak tree. This is how I portrayed it in my three books on the subject (Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday and Classic Gunfights II: the 25 Gunfights Behind The O.K. Corral). Now, a couple historians and a historian who is a part-time gardener have weighed in with a different take and turned in a mixed verdict. Let's take a new look at a very old case. For starters, it wasn't a Blackjack Oak Ringo was found in. Or, so asserts historian, musician and plant afficianado, Greg Scott, who claims, "Blackjack Oak (Quercus marilandica) don’t naturally grow in Arizona. It was the very common Emory Oak (Quercus emoryi). Emorys are often called blackjack but technically aren’t."

One Earp Historian Makes A Bold Claim

   "Although the monsoon rains had cooled the countryside, Johnny Ringo’s whisky was still too hot for Billy Breakenridge as they exchanged greetings at South Pass. After a weeklong Tombstone spree, Johnny rode on the heavily traveled road to Galeyville. He stopped near a ranch house on Turkey Creek. There he was found under an oak tree on the river bench. A bullet had gone through his head from lower right to upper left and part of his scalp was gone as if cut by a knife. His feet were wrapped in his still clean, torn undershirt. His cartridge belt was on upside down and his pistol clasped in his hand caught in his suspenders. His boots were found later hung from the saddle of his horse. 

Daily Whip Out:
"John Ringo Found Sitting In The Bough of A Quercus Emoryi"
(note the teamster's dog sniffing at the dead body)

   "The neighbors gathered quickly and, less than interested in a trip toTombstone, composed an untrained 'coroner’s jury' ruling death a suicide. Ringo, still drunk or hungover, after a long, hot ride sought the first water for himself and his horse. Not wanting to ruin his boots, he hung them from the saddle, and he and his mount waded into Turkey Creek to refresh themselves. Something startled the horse, bear, mountain lion, or man, which bolted. Johnny climbed the steep bank, stripped off his undershirt, and redressed himself, getting the cartridge belt on upside down, wrapping his feet in torn undershirt to protect them during the search for his pony. As he sat binding his feet, a man approached from the creek below. Ringo reached for his pistol and was shot dead.

   "Billy 'the Kid' Claiborne claimed Buckskin Frank Leslie had slain his friend. The rancher’s son said he’d spoken to Frank who was following Johnny. Raconteur bartender Buckskin Frank had little claim to being a scout and taking Johnny’s scalp might have enhanced his image while, on consideration, he’d have feared retribution from Ringo’s friends and been loathe to display it."

—Doug Hocking, author of "Southwest Train Robbers"

   Meanwhile, One Earp expert Stands Firm

"The coroner's jury ruled that John Ringo's death was a suicide.  Many people refused to believe that the King of the Cowboys  had taken his own life.  However, various yarns that claimed, variously, that he had been slain by Wyatt Earp or Doc Holliday, had no basis in fact.  Contemporary newspaper and court records show that Wyatt and Doc were both in Colorado when Ringo died.  Deputy Sheriff Billy Breakenridge later provided the most probable account of his demise, saying that Ringo 'had been overcome with the whiskey he had drunk and had got off his horse, taken off his boots and hung them over his saddle, and lain down and gone to sleep. His horse became thirsty and got away from him and started for water.' The deputy added, 'When Ringo awoke, he must have been crazed for water and started out afoot. He was within sound of running water when he became crazed with thirst and killed himself.'"

—John Boessenecker, author of "Ride The Devil's Herd: Wyatt Earp's Epic Battle Against The West's Biggest Outlaw Gang"

   So, where do you weigh in? I am curious if you buy the coroner's jury that it was a suicide? Or, do you believe someone, perhaps Buckskin Frank Leslie, got him? And please, only one joke about Doc getting him because you saw it in the movie "Tombstone." Okay, two, but that's it. I have to draw the line somewhere. Thank you.

Hutton has claimed that any artist who portrays the Kid with buck-teeth is portraying Bonney as a villain. 

   And, so, I asked the Distinguished Professor to elaborate on this wild claim:

"The orthodontic issue is most prevalent in comic books where bad Billys always appear as buck-toothed and doltish (they go together--Bugs Bunny aside). Otherwise Billy looks like a cross between Robert Taylor and Paul Newman."
—Paul Andrew Hutton

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Another Ridiculous Sunrise, Roger Clyne Overproducing And Thyroid True West Rack Position

 November 26, 2025

   It still pays to get up early.

Sunrise this morning over Ratcliff Ridge. 

   So ridiculous, I know, but there you have it.

   Look who showed up yesterday at the True West Slack staff meeting.

   Distracted, fed up and probably doing something else. And that's just Robert Ray!


   I sure overproduced on a recent assignment. Here are a few of the pieces I whipped out for the next album cover for Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers:


Daily Whip Outs: "Hell to Breakfasts Galore"


 Newsstand Report: This Just In!

   True West is finally back in Bashas' in Carefree, but as you can clearly see, it's bunched in with the Autism, Alzheimer's and Thyroid magazines, as it should be. It does stand out though. Thanks Dan The Man Harshberger!


Longshot Out of The Blue

   Yes, I have spent way to much time on this concept and just for grins I shot the final out by the gate.

Daily Final Whip Out:
"Out of The Blue Final"


"There are three types of people who major in art: those so full of passion they find inspiration in a falling leaf; those who yearn to feel anything at the sight of a falling leaf; and those who cannot do math."

—Jessica C. Bakule

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Paul Hutton Believes The Searchers Is A Masterpiece, But Not Everyone Agrees With The Distinguished Professor

 November 25, 2025

   My good friend Paul Hutton named his oldest daughter Lorena based on his love of John Ford's most revered Western. But it turns out not everyone on the planet agrees The Searchers is a masterpiece.

Not everyone sees eye to eye with
The Duke's best film

The little Aussie Bastard Weighs In

   "I shall always respect John Ford's artistic vision, but The Searchers demonstrates that a film can be both celebrated and overrated. A popular and influential Western of its day? Absolutely. The greatest or most authentic Western of all time? Get serious.

   "If we are talking most authentic Westerns, then any film with a white actor dressed up as an Indian chief is immediately disqualified. 

The Comanche "Scar" is portrayed by
German born Heinrich von Kleinbach
(stage name Henry Brandon) 

   "Not because of any 'woke' sensitivity: because it just looks ridiculous. As Cheyenne-Arapaho filmmaker Chris Eyre once said; 'White people playing native roles? I love it. Because it’s funny.'    As for greatest Western of all time; are we really going to ignore the stiff and comically poor acting from most of the cast? While Mr. Wayne was steady in a leading role that typically demanded little range from him (let’s face it, he was no Brando), the dog playing 'Chris' was the most talented thespian on the Edwards homestead. Not to mention the cringe-worthy performance from Vera Miles. Realism also flies out the window when a small handful of rangers fight off a large Comanche war party without taking a scratch and Ethan suddenly changes his mind about killing Debbie for no reason other than providing viewers with a sappy, contrived ending.

   "While I can understand the nostalgic appeal of The Searchers for those who grew up on the film and miss their youth, Ulzana’s Raid is a vastly superior and more authentic Western. Aside from anything else, Burt Lancaster was a better actor in his sleep than Marion Morrison."

— James B. Mills

"Hutton, tell me why I should have any respect for you whatsoever. That's the worst film I ever saw."

—David Zucker, confronting Paul Andrew Hutton after the Distinguished Professor took the director of Airplane to see The Searchers

Monday, November 24, 2025

Johnny Ringo Clues, Birth Order Mugs & A Moon Over Music Mountain

 November 24, 2025

   We're revisiting the death of Johnny Ringo with a tad more theory on who may have killed him. Thanks to Doug Hocking and Mark Lee Gardner we have narrowed it down.

"Johnny Ringo Being Sniffed by a dog
in a clump of Blackjack Oaks"

   Both my parents were middle children and they both had some serious angst about it. When I spied these birth order cups, I immediately thought of them.

The Curse of The Middle Child Coffee Cups

     Sent this to Stuart Rosebrook, who replied: "Where is the Only Child Mug? Here's my suggestion: 'I'm the Only Child—What Rules?'"


Newsstand & Magazine Rack Drill
  Everyone here knows the drill. If you are near a newsstand you need to go and search for True West magazine and when you find it, move it to the front and center. Case in point:

Mark Lee Gardner gave us a two-fer,
straight out, front and center at
Colorado Springs King Soopers

   We never made it out to Music Mountain last week, but one of our hosts did and got this shot to prove it.

"Moon Over Music Mountain"

By Peter Bungart

   If you'll remember, we ran into an armed meth-head and had to turn back.

"The bad news is, we didn't get the shot. The good news is we didn't get shot."

—Rob Mathiasch

Sunday, November 23, 2025

When Buck Toothed Portrayals Go Too Far

 November 23, 2025

Do historically accurate images of buck-toothed legends point to a villainous portrayal?


Prof. Hutton Points to Egregious Example

Apparently so, says, Distinguished Professor Paul Andrew Hutton, pointing out an egregious example at the Scottsdale Museum of the West last night after a history talk in the main auditorium. When pressed for an explanation, Hutton explained that anyone who emphasizes William H. Bonney's prominent front teeth in artwork is actually portraying the lad as being a villain.

"You sure know a lot for being so damn dumb."

—BBB's late Mother

Cloud Spray Over The Cave And The Source of The Classic Bucking Bronco

 November 23, 2025

   Got up yesterday morning and on my way to the studio, looked out over the back fence and spied this dramatic cloud spray over the cave. 

   See, it pays to get up early!

   Like most artists and writers I sometimes suffer from faint praise. Remember the letter from the senator (see Nov. 18 blog) addressed to the "Writer, Humorist, Artist & Old West Historian"? When I see that list, this is the voice I hear in my head:

"He who sips from many cups, drinks of none."

—Old Vaquero Saying

   And speaking of my heroes who drank heavily from one cup, Frederick Remington gulped down and refined the country's fascination with horseback riders. Bar none!

Frederick Remington: "A Running Bucker"
(1895)

   Being a lifelong Remington fan I just assumed he was always doing cowboys on bucking broncos, but when I pulled down my Remington Catalogue Riasonne and looked at all of his known artwork I found that for the first twenty years of his art career (1875-95), he doesn't do the classic cowboy on a bucking horse! He comes close, a soldier—not a cowboy—on a rearing horse ("A Sample Breed" 1891), then in 1892 ("A Pitching Bronco"), then in 1893 we get ("A Buck-jumper"), then in 1893 we get ("Turn Him Loose, Bill") and there's another one, ("Mounting A Wild One") in the same year, but it's not until 1895—twenty years into his illustration career—that he lands on ("A Running Bucker", above). It must be noted that this is a mirror match to ("The Sun Fisher") from the same year. Then, of course, Remington is off to the races and I haven't counted how many variations he does of a cowboy on a bucking horse, but I have a hunch it is massive. More details to come. I think there is a big True West feature on the evolution of the image we all assume has been there since day one, but, at the end of the day it's all relative, isn't it?

"Oh, to be ninety again."

—Old, Really Old, Vaquero Saying


Friday, November 21, 2025

Hutton With Fess Parker, John Ringo Sits On The Bough of A Twisted Blackjack Tree

 November 21, 2025

   Still overcast today and we had some heavy cloud storms roll through.

Dramatic Clouds Over Sugarloaf

   Paul Andrew Hutton is in town and about to do a talk on Billy the Kid at the Scottsdale Museum of the West at 6 p.m. tonight. He will also be speaking tomorrow at two on his new book, "The Undiscovered Country." See you there!


Paul Hutton, Fess Parker and David Zucker
a long time ago

   I asked a knowledgeable friend of mine to sum up the Johnny Ringo mystery and this is what he said.


Daily Whip Outs: "Ringo Composites"

(including a Ringo star!)

A Very Suspicious Secret
"Like many others, I find the circumstances of Johnny Ringo's death bizarre and highly suspicious. Wyatt Earp wanted Ringo dead, but he told a Denver newspaper reporter in 1893 that Ringo was killed by someone else. More than three decades later, however, Wyatt claimed that he did indeed send Ringo to eternity. I find it hard to believe him. And I don't think Doc Holliday had a hand in it, either, although there was no love lost between the two. The fact is, there's convincing evidence that both Wyatt and Doc were in Colorado at the time of Johnny's demise. As for who may have killed Ringo, the Tombstone Prospector stated in 1890 that, 'There is more than one man living in Cochise County who knows who did it, but with them the mystery is a secret.' Now nearly 143 years since Johnny's lifeless body was found leaning against a twisted blackjack oak, that secret is as good as ever."

—Mark Lee Gardner, author of "Brothers of The Gun: Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday and a Reckoning in Tombstone"