1. October

    Grand Junction Colorado


  3. If I had a theme song. 

  6. Emigrant, Montana

    Both  ”A River Runs Through It” and “The Horse Whisperer” were filmed in Emigrant

  7. Stalled In the Desert

    Oklahoma sharecropper and family entering California

    Indio, California, 1937

    photo Dorothea Lange 

  8. Logan Cemetery

    Clark, South Dakota

    The Logan Cemetery originated back in the late 1800’s.  The graves were marked with white wooden markers.  All of them have rotted away and have been lost save a few. The photo above is the final resting place of Harry and Willie Driver- brothers who were doing the evening chores when the blizzard of 1888 came up. They went to round up cattle and were lost in the blizzard, on the hill one mile west of Logan School.  There is nothing left there now except a shed.  They were just young boys. There father was William Driver 


  10. I rode across the great high plain

    Under the scorchin’ sun and thru the drivin’ rain

    An’ when I set my sights on the mountains high

    I bid my former life goodbye.

    An’ so thank you ma’am, I must decline

    For it’s on my steed I will rely

    An’ I’ve learned to need the open sky

    I’m subject to the natural forces

    Home is where my horse is.

    Lyle Lovett, Natural Forces

  11. Triangle X Ranch 

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming,

  12. Stetsons Stogies and Stories


    by S. C. Mummert 

  13. Betty Jean Tippett 1921 - 1993

    along the trail from Joseph Creek Ranch to the post office at Rogersburg

    Betty Jean grew up in a remote area of southeastern Washington near the Hells Canyon of the Snake River. The closest town, Asotin, Washington, was a hard two-day ride away over very rough terrain. There were no roads during her younger years at the ranch. The closest post office and connection to the outside world was the small settlement of Rogersburg, some six miles away by horseback. Riverboats plied the swift current of the Snake River and brought supplies, mail and passengers to Rogersburg on a somewhat regular basis. Their ranch was self-sufficient and their way of life was isolated. And in this environment, Betty Jean lived as a cowgirl—born to the saddle.

    excerpt from Mom Was a Cowgirl by Smoke Wade




  14. On The Hashknife 1901

    The Hashknife Ranch was begun in 1875 by J. R. Couts and John N. Simpson when they drove a herd of longhorn cattle from Weatherford to Elm Creek in Taylor County near the site of present Abilene. The ranch established its headquarters in a dugout on the creek bank near a high hill. It was named for the peculiar brand, which resembled a hash knife, a common kitchen tool used to chop meat and vegetables. Couts was said to have originated the brand as early as 1872, and when he formed his partnership with Simpson, who married his niece, they chose that brand. By 1879 a more comfortable wooden cabin had replaced the dugout headquarters on Elm Creek. The Hashknife range was gradually extended west into Nolan County, and in 1880 additional free rangeland was acquired on the southwest bank of the Pecos River; the range ran from the New Mexico line 100 miles downstream to Grand Falls and twenty-five to thirty miles out from that river. Charles W. Buster, another investor, was put in charge of this range, which branded 10,000 calves annually for the next five years. Each spring, some 5,000 Hashknife steer yearlings were trailed north to Montana. By 1885 the Pecos range was running over 34,000 cattle. That summer Buster and the Hashknife owners sold the herd to Henry Warren, manager of the Aztec Land and Cattle Company. Warren trailed these longhorns to his ranch, which he had established the year before, between Holbrook and Flagstaff, Arizona. This was the “Hashknife Outfit,” immortalized in the novels of Zane Grey, whose employees became involved, to some extent, in the Graham-Tewksbury feud during the 1880s and 1890s. Later, in 1901, this ranch was sold to the Babbitt brothers of Flagstaff.

  15. Chuck Wheelock

    Ninety-Six Ranch, Nevada

    May, 1978

    photo  Howard W. Marshall