The Buster, a poem by Kirby Jonas

The Buster, a poem by Kirby Jonas

  The Buster He told us he was a buster—a twister for ten years now; In fact, he said, every bronc he’d rode he’d gentled right down like a plow. He could bust anything with eyes and hair—train it to pull or ride; And if any dumb puncher dared say different, he’d...
‘Rusted Old Bobwire’, a poem by Kirby Jonas

‘Rusted Old Bobwire’, a poem by Kirby Jonas

Rusted Old Bobwire  I’ve hated you, you doggone cuss—you cut apart my range; You’re an ugly scar upon a land that didn’t need no change. I hate to say this kind of thing—it tends to tell my age But I was here upon this land when it was only sage. Heck, I can tell you...
Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter One

Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter One

The great big gray thoroughbred was already dead. But even as a corpse he was the fastest horse Clay Logan had ever ridden. Clay had heard that a man can run a horse to death. He runs because he has a great big heart, because he loves to feel the wind in his face, and...
Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter Two

Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter Two

Young bones heal fast. And young, numb minds believe them healed before they truly are. Four weeks to the day, on the fifteenth of April, 1863, while the American Civil War was starting its third year, Clay Logan, Prince of the Road, headed west for the California...
Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter Three

Knight Of The Ribbons, Chapter Three

April faded into May. It was a lonesome country now, and Clay and Rod Anderson lived off the land and off the supplies they had loaded on their pack animals in Independence, Missouri. There Anderson had bought himself two mules, and the mules and the donkey packed his...