Reflections from the past, present, and maybe into the Future…
“Remember the man who rode for the brand–he’s more than just a fable.”
In 1967 we moved out to a house in Bear Canyon, about seven miles outside of Bozeman. The house was built by my father and our friend, Darwin Burnett, who was a school teacher at the time.
. . . it breaks my heart to leave them all behind and return to real life in modern times . . .
. . . I think life takes us on strange, unexpected paths sometimes . . .
How did summer go away and fall come to Idaho?
Avoid mistakes when writing about horses. Read on!
“How do you handle being alone for twelve hours?”
Clint Walker was a man. Yes, I know it seems hard to believe.
Goodbye to Mars! Throughout much of this summer, the planet Mars glowed magnificently large and red in the southern sky…
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
Feeling nostalgic tonight, and my friend Nancy mentioned howling with a coyote yesterday, which puts me in mind of the time I ended up in the middle of a wild wolf pack across the road from where the River of No Return-Frank Church Wilderness of Central Idaho begins....