by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
Somehow it came. I don’t know how it happened, and I say this every year: How did summer go away and fall come to Idaho? Now my immediate concern is to make sure you know I’m not bemoaning the arrival of autumn–although the nights are going to drop...
by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
A Commentary on-Horsemanship for Writers and Readers Do your research–THEN write! It doesn’t take very long writing Westerns to give away the fact that you are (or are NOT) well-versed in horse lingo and riding. Don’t start on the wrong foot, as so...
by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
I AM A ROCK — a late-night musing I get the question often: “How do you handle being alone for twelve hours?” They’re asking, of course, about my work as a security guard contracted out to FPS (Federal Protective Services.) Well, let me tell...
by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
Clint Walker was a man. Yes, I know it seems hard to believe. Even as big as he was (which isn’t as big as they try to claim, but still very large, and quite a physical specimen of manhood), he was still only a man, and he had his weaknesses. I have thought long...
by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
Goodbye to Mars Throughout much of this summer, the planet Mars glowed magnificently large and red in the southern sky, often my beloved companion as I walked my rounds here at the courthouse, watching and waiting for the terrorists that fortunately have never shown...
by Kirby Jonas | Reflections
Interviews A few years ago I had the privilege to be interviewed and we focused on what and who inspired me to write, my famous Johnny West collection and the excitement of becoming a published author. My eternal thanks to Mr. Anderson, in the sixth grade, who planted...
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