Spurred West: Rogues, Treasure Seekers, Bounty Hunters, and Colorful Characters Past and Present

by Ian Neligh Narrated by Not Yet Available

Overview

• Excellent choice for: history buffs looking for unexpected and quirky looks at the West and Colorado; Travelers and Relatives who want to read and gift unique books with Western Flair; Educators who seek riveting reads for Colorado high school students; Enthusiasts who watch History Channel Reality TV; Escapists that want to be engrossed in stories about strange-but-true characters.
• Topics include: ghosts, gunslingers, gold, bounty hunters, wild horses, buffalo, Anasazi, ranching, and adventure.
• Author is well-connected and a gifted speaker, formerly hosting a Denver Post podcast.
• Author's previous book was featured in Colorado Life, Denver Post, Colorado Country Life, and on Rocky Mountain PBS.
• Includes content about these states: AZ, CO, KS, MT, NM, OK, WY and of interest to anyone who loves the West.

Editorial Reviews

#1 New York Times Best Selling Author of LONG RANG C.J. Box

I can’t imagine a better guide to the Old West and the contemporary Wild West than Ian Neligh. This book is a hoot.

Colorado Life magazine

"Written in compelling journalistic style, each chapter is devoted to a different fascinating gold hunter, alternating between the Wild West of the 1800s and the colorful characters who make up today's Colorado prospecting community. . . Neligh excels in interviews with the people practicing this work today. . . getting into the minds and hearts of these Coloradans." (GOLD!)

Denver Post Sandra Dallas

"Ian Neligh recounts the story of the Colorado gold rush, bringing it forward to contemporary times, melding the old and the new. He tells about the men who still moil for gold in the Colorado Rockies." (GOLD!)

Product Details

BN ID:	2940195058067
Publisher:	Turner Publishing Company
Publication date:	09/01/2020
Edition description:	Unabridged

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Introduction

It was an old gas station somewhere between Cody and Casper, Wyoming, filled with things that had sharp teeth. Through the distorted lens of childhood memory I recall it being dimly lit inside, packed full of taxidermied rattlesnakes, coyotes, and other predators pried from the dark corners of the West. Shelf after shelf contained some new and wondrous curiosity: snakeskin boots with fanged rattlesnake heads still attached, scorpions on cowboy hat bands, snarling dead animals—the store felt wild.

Driving through Wyoming from Colorado to Yellowstone National Park was a regular pilgrimage for my family, and the strange little store in the middle of nowhere was a guaranteed stop along the way. From the walls hung stuffed heads of the incomprehensibly strange Jackalope, that enduring western myth (and joke) about a jackrabbit with horns. The store also had giant containers of water, beef stew, coffee, crackers and a massive barrel full of pickled eggs—everything necessary for a day of rugged adventure in the wilderness. I don’t know if I ever saw the store’s owner, but if I did he must have been a bear of a man, with a thick beard, a booming laugh and maybe a hint of something menacing in his eyes; the kind of man who would cheerfully resort to cannibalism rather than go on a vegan diet.

One year, for no discernible reason, we stopped visiting the strange little store in the middle of the Wyoming shortgrass prairie. But that didn’t keep my imagination from traveling down those dim aisles packed with their monstrous cargo. The massive knives with bone handles behind the counter, jackets constructed of fur and bear claws; all these things only grew in my imagination with each passing year until I didn’t know if it had been real or not. To me it was a piece of the Wild West.

It wasn’t until I was an adult returning on a trip home one year that I remembered to ask about the store, realizing with a start that it had once existed outside of my childhood fantasy. It was then my parents told me it had mysteriously burned to the ground many years ago and no longer existed. But it remains firmly in my memories, and it became wilder with each passing year.

As a journalist working in the Rockies I’ve often seen the relics of the Old West, that time between the end of the Civil War and the late nineteenth century. Ghost towns, abandoned gold mines, and derelict forts still haunt the lonely places between the valleys and mountain passes. I’ve known people who discovered old six-shooters while out panning for gold, or a stash of vintage weapons hidden in a cave behind their house.

The Old West had a specific time and geographic location, and its remnants litter the landscape today like memorials to a time gone but not forgotten. The Wild West, on the other hand, was part real and part imaginary. It was where steely-eyed gunslingers traveled from town to town, bandits robbed stagecoaches, and cowboys rescued damsels in distress. It was a world created by those who hungered for tales of adventure, and by authors who were happy to provide them to their audiences. Some of it was real but much was exaggerated. The real West was filled with farmers, ranchers and miners, people whose lives were grown from the soil, scraped from the rock, and pulled down from the mountains. Those stories were smaller and more difficult, and Americans didn’t want those tales. They wanted heroes and villains.

Dime novels made legends of real-life characters like Wild Bill Hickok and Billy the Kid. Some even straddled the shifting line between the two Wests, like William “Buffalo Bill” Cody, who did his best to educate the world on his version of the real West while further perpetuating the myth of the other. As the gun smoke and dust eventually settled over the era, the Wild West lives on in books, movies, and the limitless borderlands of our thoughts. Time replaced the Old West with the new, but I wanted to know how much was real and what was still left, if there were still traces of the original hiding in the corners of the vanished frontier beyond just imagination. I spent a year searching for the answer, interviewing gunslingers, bounty hunters, bare-knuckle boxers, treasure hunters, brand inspectors, and more to compare them to their historic counterparts. I found the spirit of the Wild West lives on much as it did over a hundred years ago, but sometimes it evolved into something new. It is still wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. And sometimes, every once in a while, it has sharp teeth.

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