A rancher
friend of Charlie Goodnight who was wiped out in the great crash of 1873: “I’m
all right, I’ll come back. I came here fifty years ago with only sixty-five
cents and asthma, and I still got the asthma.”
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The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday by David Corbett
If there is one thing I’ve gathered from experience, whether during the war or at Mother’s sickbed or out here in the railheads and cow to...
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His eyes dragged closed and he tried to let his body go loose and limp. Tightening up against pain was the worst thing you could do. I... -
My copy clocks in at a whopping 1,353 pages. This massive book sponsored by The Western Literature Association contains dozens of essays ... -
“Those were good times, though, weren’t they? I miss ‘em, I do. But the two of us back together? I can’t be famous again. I only just lea...
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