GRAND CANYON MUSTANGS
As I began reading Robert’s book, I could tell right off that he put his heart and soul into this manuscript. I could feel the words coming off the page, making me wonder how something that had begun as a righteous effort could become something so heinous.
When I knew I was a Professional Writer
I love history and those physical artifacts that I have collected over my lifetime. I enjoy visiting museums and exploring old buildings to discover what’s inside. Writing for me is the extension of expressing to another what I saw, felt, and experienced in that museum and in the old building. I love the writing as much as I love the seeing and touching of those things old and ancient. Most of all, I love the experience of writing stories for those who take moments of their time to read them.
R. G. YOHO’s DESTINED TO RIDE ALONE BOOK REVIEW
As I began reading Robert’s book, I could tell right off that he put his heart and soul into this manuscript. I could feel the words coming off the page, making me wonder how something that had begun as a righteous effort could become something so heinous.
My Road to Becoming a Professional Leather Artist
In 2016, my cousin asked me if I could embellish a new pair of stirrups he had recently purchased. His old ones, which he used for parades and special occasions, were well-worn and needed replacement. Mind you, I had not done any leather work or metal work or worked with stirrups at that time, other than making some horse tack for my own needs.
Custer’s String of Pearls
Amongst the lush pine-covered hills of southwestern South Dakota lies a quiet, unpretentious valley. A small, crystal-clear stream runs through to the end of the valley and merges into Castle Creek. There are magnificent limestone bluffs adorning the South side with forested steep hills on the North. You’ll find grazing cattle, deer, and elk undisturbed by the predators hiding in the trees. You can travel down the gravel road that runs its length for miles until it wanders into Wyoming.
My Inspiration for the Shootout at High Noon
I have a friend named Wyatt Earp. Who would name their child Wyatt Earp? Well, if you were an Earp, it would make sense if you wanted your newborn son to have your legendary relative’s name. Wyatt is the great-grandnephew of the legendary Wyatt Earp. To make that even better, he has a home in, you guessed it, Tombstone, Arizona.