Latest Western Reproductions

Leaving Old Mexico  Sold at 2009 Scottsdale Art Auction

Those fellows mistook our meaning. We were just looking for a little tonic to see us down the road to home. All was well enough when Henry’s friendly parley with another table was not well received and we were obliged to leave the cantina and Old Mexico with less dignity than when we entered.

     I draw two conclusions from this… the senorita was that gent’s sister and Henry’s Espanol is not as good as he led us to believe.

      Bad Whiskey Sold at the Coeur d'Alene Art Auction 2009  for $110,000!

It’s a cowtown Saturday night and young, hardworking cowboys, imbued with whiskey and a sense of invincibility, are intent on living a full and adventurous life, tonight, in this very saloon.

Adventure turns to misadventure and it is fortunate these boys ride better than they shoot. The whole affair can be explained. Bad whiskey.

"Stampede! Stampede!" coming soon as a reproduction

A peaceful night camp on the Western Cattle Trail explodes into action as the cowboys mount their night horses and race to overtake the riotous mob of half-wild longhorns. Hours of fast, hard work lie ahead.

     Andy Adams vividly describes two such stampedes in his book “The Log of a Cowboy”.  It’s compelling drama: frantic shouts and orders, blind plunges through thickets, firing pistols and the relentless efforts of the men.

Grizzly Mountain now available as a reproduction

The deadly speed and lethal power of an aggressive grizzly threatens the lone hunter, his horse and the poor, scared mule.

The Wild Ones coming soon as a reproduction

Amid the torrent of a prairie squall, cowboys try to turn the leaders of a stampeding herd of longhorn cattle. They’ll either turn and control the herd or spend the next day rounding up the scattered remnants.

     These are untamed creatures not suited for domestic life… and that describes the cattle, the horses and the men. Half wild cowboys riding half wild range horses trying to herd half wild cattle. That’s the real Wild West.

Ambush on the Bandit Trail

coming soon as a reproduction

The farmer had called the trail “las pistas del bandido”.  Miguel asked, Does it go the river? Si, Si. How long will it take us to get to the river? With his hand, the man had indicated a low sun, late afternoon. Then he smiled and said something in Spanish but his meaning was clear.

We might not get there at all.

The Hunted available as a reproduction

We followed the Marshal’s lead and bade our mounts down the ridge. Thank the good Lord for the horses we had that day for they managed the mad descent, stumbling and sliding before a hard drop into the creek at the bottom. There the Marshal had pulled his revolver and started a steady fire that checked the heathens who had waylaid us.

     This Indian Territory is a beautiful but vile land. I do believe that every disreputable human west of the Mississippi is drawn to this sanctuary of the lawless where the burden of civilization is carried by the tough men of the U.S. Marshal’s Office. We could not trust the kindness of strangers.  We, the representatives of the law, were the outsiders.