Physically, Nature had slobbered all over
Carter Johnson; she had lavished on him her very last charm. His skin was pink,
albeit the years of Arizona sun had heightened it to a dangerous red; his
mustache was yellow and ideally military; while his pure Virginia accent, fired
in terse and jerky form at friend and enemy alike, relieved his natural force
of character by a shade of humor.
Frederic Remington could not only create evocative Western vistas on
canvas and in sculpture he had a way with the pen as well. His having been “out
there” lends an authoritative cast to his work that is elevated by his obvious romanticism
for the people and places that he saw.
This tale strikes me as a bit thin for narrative propulsion, but it
never lacks in evocative detail. Fans of the artist may find this a fine read
and a gratifying look at another side of his creativity.
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