Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Southerners, Indians, and Sheridan

     "The officer smiled and shrugged, and the engineer from Georgia said, 'I guess Phil Sheridan hates Indians about as much as he hates Southerners.'
     Grierson made a derisive sound. 'No offense, Lieutenant,' he said softly, 'but I served with that son of a bitch, and I got no use for the man.' "

(from Amargosa Ambush)

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Back Where a Friend Is a Friend

"Ridin' the range once more,
toatin'  my ol' .44;
where we sleep out every night,
and the only law is Right--
back in the saddle again."

(Autry and Whitley)

Monday, March 31, 2014

Farewell to the Mission Indians

"Pio Pico's nephew was living in part of the old mission, but the church and the rest of it were in bad shape. The Indians who had been living there before secularization, learning useful skills like herding cattle, making tallow and hides, or doing masonry and carpentry, cooking, tending vineyards, making good wine and brandy, and other civilized skills, were now working in the Pueblo of the Angels and elsewhere as dirt-cheap labor during the week, and as hopeless drunks Saturday night and Sunday."

(from Amargosa Ambush)

Friday, March 14, 2014

School Days

"You were my queen in calico;
I was your blushing, barefoot beau.
You wrote on my slate, 'I love you so,"
When we were a couple of kids."

Cobb & Edwards   1907

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Long Trail

A pale gray dawn
Cold and windy,
A thin silver crescent-moon rising
Veiled in a wisp of saffron cloud.
Long-horned black cattle
Rising out of the dark hill
Silhouetted sharply against the brightening sky. 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Ridin' the Rails

"My pocket book is empty,
And my heart is filled with pain.
I'm a thousand miles away from home,
Just waitin' for a train."     

(Jimmie Rodgers)

Friday, February 28, 2014

Civil War Lunacy

"Waving to the gray-bearded old Reb, he thought again about the lunacy of war. Especially a civil war. American against American. Eleven years ago the two of them might have been trying their best to kill or cripple each other. And over what? Was stopping the South from having their own country really worth all the killing and destruction? General Logan and lots of others had thought so, and he'd thought so too as a kid; but that was before he saw the results first hand."    (Amargosa Ambush)