Even Cowboys Carry Cell Phones
Publication Year: 2013
The cowboy that emerges from this collection is multifaceted, as the book juxtaposes cowboys spraying longhorns at a car wash to cowboys advertising services on Craigslist and Pepsi-drinking cowboys riding Amtrak trains. There are portraits of the old cowboys, crotchety coffee-swigging men with too many stories about how things were better four decades ago. However, the figure remains one constructed of loyalties—loyalty to work, loyalty to family, loyalty to animals, loyalty to the land.
The image of the cowboy is vivid in our imagination, insperable from Western mythology, a means to connect ourselves with the wild and rugged individuals we dream we used to be. In this age of computers and cubicles we want to touch and preserve that history, but we must allow for shifting traditions. As the thirty-five authors in this collection will remind you, even cowboys carry cell phones.
Published by: University Press of Colorado
Title Page, Copyright, Editorial Board
Like any legendary figure, the cowboy is part myth and part reality, memorialized by history and Hollywood, envied by those who spend days at desks and dream of trading swivel chairs for saddles. The writings in this anthology serve as testament to the cultural love, bordering on obsession, of the American cowboy. ...
“Buddies used to introduce me as Bob Wills, and the women would say ‘You must be a Texas Playboy,’ and I’d say that I wasn’t any kind of Texan—I’m from Wyoming!” He cackled and tried not to trigger the cough that could go on and on and interfere with talking and drinking. ...
He’s a muscular angle against the barn door’s frame. His back and one leg are straight. His other leg is bent, boot heel pressed against wood. Though his eyes are in a wedge of shade beneath his hat, he squints across the pasture, the arena, and the pine forest rising on the mountain. ...
The Society Of Pardners To Melt Alaska
The third of January, 1959, was a cowboy’s curse of a bad day for Texas. From the Oklahoma border to Cameron County and the tip of the Rio Grande, pardners awoke having to sober up to their first day of being “second biggest.” Alaska had joined the Union. ...
Eight Fragments from My Grandfather’s Body
I touch my grandfather’s hand, trace the seam of scar that runs his palm from wrist to pinky. The mark is ragged, loud and white against his sun-dark skin. Beneath, the flesh is ridged and drawn, hard to the touch. The cyanide shell, shot from a powdered coyote-getter gun, practically tore his hand in half. ...
I set the alarm on my cell phone for 3:45 a.m., but anticipation had me up and throwing hay to the horses half an hour before that. Bill Hommertzheim, manager of the southwest Kansas feedlot where I planned to spend the day as a pen rider, had told me to report for work at 6:30 sharp, ...
Hiding in the Cornrows
Josh Love and Eric Schneider are mounted up and on the lookout for movement in the tall yellow corn. “I see one now,” Josh says, but I don’t know how he can. As high as these cowboys sit up in their saddles, the corn’s even higher, and there are 140 acres of it—enough to fill more than a hundred football fields. ...
As the oldest of four siblings and the only girl, I grew up under unusual circumstances. The ranch was seventy-five miles from the nearest town, and it was nine miles to the closest neighbor’s. I went to school with my three brothers in our “backyard,” and because I preferred being outdoors, spent any spare time with Dad and a bevy of hired men; ...
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Page Count: 149
Publication Year: 2013
OCLC Number: 858277787
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