Welcome to True Chili’s Cowboy Literature. As with our other endeavors, it has been a long road. But we hope you enjoy reading these stories and poems as much as we did selecting them. So, kick off your boots and welcome to our campfire.
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Well, were almost done with the year. Two months to go. By the time this goes live, we'll be close
Life has changed a cowboy’s course,rides a truck more than a horse.Still, loves the feel of a saddle,takes great pride
Day One. California Pacific Railway. “Goddamn you, Thomas,” O’Nally had said. “That shipment was worth a fortune, and you let
Walking downstream along the riverbank they held hands, a girl in frayed braids and a boy in tattered Sunday
Charlie was a wild mustang,thin as a wheat stalk,chaw-brown teeth,skin the leather of his ancient boots,bought when farmin’ was good,before
Diamond Dan, world champion rodeo bull, weighs 1,800 pounds and smells like the prairie after rain. He swings his black
1 Drummond was hoping like hell he wouldn’t have to run the Dennison kid down. Sore as his gout
All alone in a lifetimeof series of poor, cheapcomputers trying to tell mystory at about the same cost. The cowboy
Description: Bound pages; dated November 5th, 1908, with title: How I Came to Rob the Bank in Montpelier by Butch
In her prime, which wasn’t longdue to the corrosive effects of drink,Calamity Jane, born Marthy orMartha Canary, was equal in
- Lewiston, Idaho ‘We find after years of struggle that we do nottake a trip; a trip takes us.’ -
The glow of coals keeps away the dark.At its ruddy edge, a tired man liesagainst a log with eyes like
He smiled through histombstones and lied.And the hum fell topieces. The pictures ofthe left hand wife foreveretched in her mind.
Jake was careening down another empty westbound Texas highway having taken yet another flipper in the face from the Pinball
Drinking at the canteenTwo stepping in betweenTunes from a ChristineVocals from a Geraldine Whirling in my cowboy bootsTwirling past the
Since the hanging, Macy Ludlow has been frequenting saloons. Keen watchers could easily see that, though she lets cowboys buy
“The day President Harding died, Paul picked meup in his Ford Model A Pickup. We workedthe gold mine near Franklin
Firelight keeps trying on our faces,not choosing, just testing who we are in the dark. A match goes out. Then
Dusty’s day started out shitty enough. While threading his cowboy belt through the belt loops of his tight Wrangler jeans
Carston Van Der Bloom could see the small cabin in the distance. It didn’t take him long to track escaped
