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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The drama started as we were riding on the train around the amusement park. Two cowboys ran into our car
Rough and untended they roamed,in herds, crossed the lines of my life,trampled the tended I had sunk my roots.In my
Benito stuck the pointed tip of his boot into the arena's sand and then dragged it in a semi-circle around
We were rangerson the plainsat peace with the predatorssleeping in the cool night airthe crunch of dry grass beneathour horses’
Bautista Leads His People It blows in out of the west from Temecula, an omen of things to come. To
When fields bloom dust the town once had a picture show with balconyand jujubes and news shorts about some warand
Duke was a dogWith a very strange walkAnd he’d cross the saloon oh so slowly.He’d chew as he walkedAnd the
Welcome to the end of the year. It's been busy for us and enjoyable, too. We hope it has been
“The Stetson Catera is a high Quality Fur Felt Hat included in the Stetson Gun Club Collection. The Catera
This steel horse is wild and free. And I ride it into the wind. Fearless of being thrown, a rodeo
Gai The cowboys and girls of Indiafarming in the pastures of Punjab,Bihar, and Kerala tending to cows and water buffaloesare
Many times, when I was young I time traveled daily with my grandfather and his storytelling back to that prairie
American Mythic He endures: Cowboy effinwestian. He sent a picture of his trailer. I knew what he wanted; I sent
She sold boots—there were Redwings and Timberlands, steel-toed industrials and hikers. There was a practical section of muck boots and
Red dust clouds rise in the street stirred up by the scuffed leather cowboy boot's beaten heels. The sharp dressed
There were three things you could count on after payday at Judge Roy Bean’s on
After each episode, I imagine a young herbounding to some rusted bike and blazing through the streets, desperately in searchof
Not everybody wears pants. Some in fancy dress show their shins. Asking for a dance is easy as a bare-knuckle
My Uncle's Mule She would never be a horse, but that was genetic. “Mula Prieta,”my uncle would say and whistle
“All set, Mum?” “Don’t fuss me, Pop.” Mum tugged her trolley to the hall where Pop was appraising himself in
