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 Trail to Ogallala by Benjamin Capps
Blackie killed two newborn calves on that bed ground, splitting their skulls with the butt of the axe, and they buried them in hasty grave...
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There are weird places like that, especially in west Texas where the wind carves craggy reeds of stone and scoops out horns that amplify t...
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If you don't know James Reasoner, you're in for a treat, if you do know him and his work, well, it's still mighty enlighteni... -
This is the 1915 follow-up to her first compendium of letters home Letters of a Woman Homesteader [1914.] [Reviewed in-depth here. ] Thi...
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