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Frederic Remington
Frederic Remington (1861–1909) was an American painter, sculptor, and writer best known for his depictions of the American West. His vivid descriptions and illustrations captured the rugged life of cowboys, Native Americans, and soldiers, often focusing on themes of adventure and frontier life. Remington also authored books, including "Pony Tracks" and "Crooked Trails," which blended his artistic vision with storytelling. His work significantly shaped popular perceptions of the American frontier during his time and remains influential in Western art and literature.
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HOW THE LAW GOT INTO THE CHAPARRAL "You have heard about the Texas Rangers?" said the Deacon to me one night in the San Antonio Club. "Yes? Well, come up to my rooms, and I will introduce you to one of the old originals—dates 'way back in the 'thirties'—there aren't many of them left now—and if we can get him to talk, he will tell you stories that will make your...
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These eight stories are made from our Western Frontier as it was in a past as near as yesterday and almost as by-gone as the Revolution; so swiftly do we proceed. They belong to each other in a kinship of life and manners, and a little through the nearer tie of having here and there a character in common. Thus they resemble faintly the separate parts of a whole, and gain, perhaps, something of the...
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I. White Otter's Own Shadow White Otter's heart was bad. He sat alone on the rim-rocks of the bluffs overlooking the sunlit valley. To an unaccustomed eye from below he might have been a part of nature's freaks among the sand rocks. The yellow grass sloped away from his feet mile after mile to the timber, and beyond that to the prismatic mountains. The variegated lodges of the...
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