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  The West is a pretty big place and trying to catch up with Adrian Buckaroogirl Brannan—saddle-bronc rider, singer/songwriter, fashion designer/model, entrepreneur, and Dear Cowgirl muse—means you may catch her in the truck—if you’re lucky.  I caught up with her on a Sunday evening.  She had blocked calls and time—and was in a reflective place...

Twenty-one year old Anna Webber rubbed her eyes and leaned against the rough wall of the sod school house where she taught.  The view from the window of the small building framed the tall grass and wheat fields around Blue Hill, Kansas perfectly.  A slight breeze in the middle distance brushed across the tops of...

Twenty-one-year-old Anna Webber rubbed her eyes and leaned against the rough wall of the sod schoolhouse where she taught.  The view from the window of the small building framed the tall grass and wheat fields around Blue Hill, Kansas, perfectly.  A slight breeze in the middle distance brushed across the tops of cottonwood trees lining...

On March 1, 1933, four men left Casper, Wyoming, to search for a woman that had been missing since mid-February.  Mrs. Rose Coleman was reported missing by her husband, the reputed cattle rustler Charles W. Coleman.  Charles wrote his brother-in-law Ernest Gale from jail informing him that he’d not heard from his wife for more...

On March 1, 1933, four men left Casper, Wyoming, to search for a woman that had been missing since mid-February.  Mrs. Rose Coleman was reported missing by her husband, the reputed cattle rustler Charles W. Coleman.  Charles wrote his brother-in-law Ernest Gale from jail informing him that he’d not heard from his wife for more...

A thin, unshaven prospector took a long drag off the butt of a cigarette before flopping into an oversized chair in the plush lobby of the Mizpah Hotel in Tonopah, Nevada. The six-story building featured all the conveniences possessed by establishments like it in New York. The rooms and foyer were primarily occupied by stylishly...

The moment Madam Alavez arrived at Copano, she began her work of intercession and performed deeds of mercy for the poor[,] suffering Texans who had fallen into the hands of the Mexican enemy. —Pioneer Press, October 1920  A slim shadow darted toward the old church at the ruined fortress of Goliad.  The smell of smoke...

A slim shadow darted toward the old church at the ruined fortress of Goliad. The smell of smoke stained the night air as the figure picked a careful path through the rubble inside the fortress walls. Moonlight starkly displayed the damage caused by the retreating forces of Colonel James Fannin’s command. Hundreds of Fannin’s men...

We could hear the Mexican officers shouting to the men to jump over, and the men were fighting so close that we could hear them strike each other. –Enrique Esparza, San Antonio Daily Express, 1902 The distant cadence of drums from the nearly deserted town of San Antonio de Bexar sent a shiver of fear...

Hundreds of cheering fans flocked to the train depot in Caney, Kansas, on Sunday, October 24, 1920, to welcome the Yankee Robinson Circus to town.  When the coast and crew alighted from the multiple cars, the men, women, and children on hand to greet them applauded excitedly.  Most of the townspeople followed after the performers...