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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Billy Cutter left the Bull Riders reception early and sober. Without shooters, the jokes weren’t as funny or the women
The Meatpacker Who Used to Be a Bull Rider gets up at dawn so he can be at the plantbefore
“You’re not going to eat me Mr. Wolf,'' shouted the wounded man into the darkness of the cold desert
Got twin guns and holsters for Christmas,always get them. A cowboy can't workwithout side arms. Such shooters!Exact Roy Rogers replicas,pearl
With a pop top,a stutter stepand a shudder of thrill under string-lights; a boot slideand a buckle flashin a chorus
In the badlands of the risk-assessedmedium-secure unit dining room cutleryis a weapon threat. It’s dangerous in them there hills: the
Bob’s out there among those big boulders over there Howie. I saw him get shot, run over there, and go
Welcome to the New Year. I've received a lot of messages almost universally telling me to hope this one is
He was a woodsy sort of fellow. Tall, strong, and quiet. Everyone in town saw him as rough around the
When I first saw this kitchen, so far from myNew York walk-up, I could picture Mavis, Daniel’s Ma,clear as day—her
I jumped from the pickup and the snow squeaked like Styrofoam being crushed under the soles of my boots. From
He emerged into the smoke bitten air, morethan glad to greet clocking off with a chargeof slim white sticks saluting
Nightshift Cowboy He brands cow piesand rounds up friesat Burger Bob’sfrom 10 o’clocktill closing timewhen he hops in his Mustangand
The dust choked Pan. He wasn’t used to grabbing around the saddle with his legs even though he’d told the
A FIRST BOOKShepherdstown, West Virginia, 18… 1 On they went in, the intention was to kill, no mercy, and the
They have a million silences to choosefrom, grown from inner wildness andouter tameness, or vice versa:so communication dauntsnovices. But when
The rain was falling hard today,this morning it almost made me go blind,until a brown cottontail bunny stood in my
The Gravelly Range soared above the Madison Valley in southwestern Montana like a sentry. It was possible to hide in
The trail was dusty, me with my bandana pulled up tight,I'm riding my trusty horse and I see a familiar
Lifting his face from a puddle of dark red blood and black mud, the old man rose to his feet,
