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"This piece features my Garcia spurs. They were made by GS Garcia in Elko, NV sometime around 1910. This pair has silver shields meant to resemble the US flag with Stars and Stripes as well as inset silver on the top and bottom edges of the spurs. They also have keeper chains for going underneath a boot sole so the spurs can’t roll up the leg during particularly rough rides.
There were a lot of spur makers and silver smiths at the time, but GS Garcia and those in his shop were and still are known for being particularly fine. His sons continued his shop and then it was sold to another company and it is still in business today."
The American West is a dynamic blend of cultures shaping a unique landscape, not just a historical moment. Diverse influences from Native nations, French, Spanish, British, and Russian settlers molded the iconic "cowboy west," evident in modern agriculture. Spanish-derived cowboy terms and equipment, like the FA Meanea saddle from 1880s Cheyenne, reflect this heritage. This piece focuses on Bartlett Richards, a Vermont native who built the vast Spade Ranch in Nebraska, innovating corporate ranching with extensive land and labor management. His legal battles over fencing public lands, influenced by his rivalry with Theodore Roosevelt, led to his imprisonment and death in 1911. The rifle in the piece was owned by Bartlett Richards. It is an 1874 Sharps 45-70 rifle which was modified by the famous Freund Brothers Gunsmiths from Cheyenne, Wyoming. The branding irons belonged to the Spade ranch. This piece tells the story of the nations of the world coming together to build the modern American west.
I spent November of 2024 in California along the Mendocino coast. There are many historic dairies and sheep ranches along the coast. Their barns and corrals are made of redwood and they are underneath long windbreaks of cypress trees; trees far taller than any growing in Nebraska. Short rows of blackberry brambles are native there as well. The fog drifts up from the ocean and wisps through the cypress trees. It is an environment foreign to my eyes which are accustomed to rolling grass hills. This is an unusual piece for me, a landscape, but the scale of trees to barns is so different than Nebraska agriculture. Sandhills ranchers might have a bit of tree worship because we work so hard to care for them and often don't achieve a 20 foot tall tree in a generation of caring for it and they are so necessary for blocking the wind! I thought these cypress trees were beautiful.
Prairie snows are so interesting because the ground and the sky can be the same value. Even the sun can disappear, part of the gray, yet light of those days. The ice clings to the soap weed spikes, breaking off with a rattle as horses graze by them. The ice falls down into a the pillow of snow, leaving a hole. It is cold and makes life harder, yet easier at the same time because the death of the plants on the surface of the ground creates new life under the snow for next year's grass. The harsh Sandhills desert could not produce the life that it does without this yearly death.
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Ranchers in the Nebraska Sandhills have always dealt with coyotes killing or maiming calves. Some ranches kept a herd of dogs, usually greyhounds, to catch coyotes. This piece shows two early settlers in our area, one from my ranch, with their coyote hunting pack. The man on the left is rolling a smoke and they are visiting about the hunt. |
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The young men on the trail from Texas going north were often 13-18 years old. They grew up quickly and even before "there was enough hair on their faces to catch dust" they were men. They ate a hard bread called "pan de campo" known as "Trail bread". |
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The invisible, unwanted hours of the day, those before dawn usually, provide the foundation upon which much visible success is built. Hardworking people, in agriculture and otherwise, exert their efforts in the dark, using hours that many people don't even know exist or ever have intention to use.
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R.E. Lamble and his horse Missy graced us with their presence at our branding again this year. Some people grow into the land and animals over their lifetime and they reflect the land; how it moves and acts. Their body language and movement reflects the softness, or hardness, of the land they've spent their life on. R.E. ropes gracefully and with fewer motions than most of the people around him. Missy doesn't waste a step. They are a team sculpted in time.
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