BrooksLooks@ In the Company of Cowboy Singers

The stars aligned and we came to run a lovely guest ranch in the Chiricahua mountains of southeastern Arizona some years ago.

No sooner had we completed our contract to open the luxury Lodge and Spa at Primland in Meadows of Dan, Virginia than my wife Susan said, “I’m ready for adventure!” It was then that the owner of Sunglow Ranch called to invite us to visit.

Flying into Tucson we set out in our rental car down I-10 east when about two hours later we passed the outpost towns of Sunsites and Pearce. Soon after, leaving the pavement behind we drove another 7 miles down Turkey Creek Road (think dirt, dust, and rocks) to reach Sunglow Ranch–a remote and beguiling setting in the ancient Turkey Creek caldera of a long extinct volcano. Here Mexican, Chokonen Apache, and finally Europeans fought over precious water, land, and stagecoach routes through native Apache homeland.

It was about then Susan uttered the memorable retort, “There had better be a miracle at the end of this road.” We had long ago passed the sign that said, “No Services beyond this point.”

In some ways it was a miracle, even more so today as we look back and recall this sublime adventure in our lives. Our mailbox was 28 miles away past the Border Control checkpoint at the post office in Sunsites. Evading diamondback and Mojave rattlesnakes required daily vigilance although we came to love this sky island country where the Chihuahuan and Sonoran deserts meet. It is a truly remote area that is surprisingly rich in wildlife. Even jaguars and mountain lions were at home here along with coatimundi, javelina, scorpions, and tarantulas.

When you live in places like this, you soon learn the importance of arranging for visiting musicians and performers for our guests–as they became our musical interludes as well. One such musician, Joel Eliot, would drive up from Sierra Vista, Arizona to play for us. It was here at Sunglow Ranch that Joel performed and introduced us to Cowboy Music.

Now whenever we tell someone we love Cowboy Music, they will invariably agree they enjoy country music too. We try to explain the difference only to have the other person glaze over. If you are interested, it might be best to begin by listening to some of the old timers like Stan Jones or enjoy the music of Ian Tyson to understand what this means.

Western music was influenced by the folk music traditions of England, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland and cowboy songs sung around campfires in the 19th century such as Streets of Laredo. Otto Gray, an early Cowboy singer, felt that authentic western music had only three rhythms each derived from the gaits of the cow pony: walk, jog, and lope.

As a cowboy singer, Joel Eliot came to perform several times for us and each time he revealed new Cowboy songs and poetry. Through Joel, we came to know the music of other beloved Cowboy singers like Ian Tyson, Rex Allen, Stan Jones, Tom Russell, Corb Lund, and Dave Stamey. We came to know beloved Cowboy poets like Baxter Black, Charles Badger Clark, and Waddie Mitchell to name only a very few. We have listened to sweet performances by Michael Moon, Ben Alexander, and Gary McMahan at ranches in Colorado.

This past week we traveled back to Wickenburg, Arizona to hear Dave Stamey perform to a packed house at the impressive Desert Caballeros Western Museum. Dave is a favorite of ours (the museum too) and while there we delighted in reconnecting with Joel Eliot who was serendipitously in attendance that evening. Many of the beloved songs by Dave Stamey speak to his growing up on the family ranch in Montana most reflect his earlier lives as wrangler, dude string cowboy, and mule packer.

Dave performed songs both heartfelt and humorous for the faithful including Montana, a paean to his birthplace and growing up on a cattle ranch in Yellowstone County near Billings including his new 40 below, and The Truck Song about the challenges of life in Montana; a new song Too Many Crows, the humorous Fishin’ for Chicken, expressed thankfulness for one’s dog in Good Dog; sweet Sharon Littlehawk (a remembrance of a Native American girl from his childhood); and The Vaquero Song—perhaps becoming Dave’s most well-known song and a nostalgic look back at the rancho era of the 1840s when vaqueros and cowboys rode the range.

todavía estoy aquí I am still herе
todavía estoy aquí my soul is dancing in the moonlight
I mingle with each grain of sand in the land that is my birthright

Dave paid tribute to Stan Jones’ Cowpoke song written in 1951, the kind of songs from the TV western era that we grew up with back when we still thought places like Tombstone, Arizona were imaginary. Dave also performed sacred Cowboy music standards like El Paso written by Marty Robbins and Ghost Riders written by Stan Jones. He ended the evening with his inspiring Come Ride with Me (Susan’s favorite Dave Stamey song) followed by an encore of Night Riders Lament written by Jerry Jeff Walker.

Ah but they’ve never seen the Northern Lights
They’ve never seen a hawk on the wing
They’ve never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they’ve never heard ole’ camp cookie sing

Thanks to Dave Stamey and others, we have come to know there is magic in the air when you combine authentic Cowboy music performed live on a beautiful evening while singing along–especially around a campfire out west. It was magic that evening at the Desert Caballeros Western Museum in Wickenburg.

Todavia estoy a qui.

by Brooks Bradbury / March 2024 BrooksLooks
brooks.bradbury@gmail.com

BrooksLooks@ Chiricahua Cowboy

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
Brooks Bradbury
September 2013

the cook reported longhorns
were coming in the gate
buckaroos at breakfast
some were in the bunk house
some were sleeping late

prit’ near eight mean corriente
ambled right up the old dirt road
pointy horns a glinting
they lumbered to and fro
they were free range beef with attitude
and in one by one they filed
danged if they didn’t git past the cattle grates
like a farside cartoon gone wild

chiricahua cowboy
he’s on his horse again
we never know why
we never know when
but he’s the hope of arizona
least from gleeson to portal
the chiricahua cowboy
he’s the one that gets the call
any time ‘r oyster’s are up against the wall
the chiricahua cowboy, he will save us all!

one was udderly female
it was plainly clear to see
queen of the rodeo heifers
another rather bullish one
he kept eyeing me

the chiricahua cowboy
he sauntered into view
he wore his leather jacket with fringe
smelled like beer and last night’s stew
boxer shorts and cowboy boots
his pants still in his room

he had spurs, a whip, two forty-fives
and he was itching for a feud
the chiricahua cowboy
lost big at poker and love last night
he was one big angry dude

he was ready to settle the score
and put those beeves back in the pen
a beefly duel was coming on, it seemed
while in the sage, fresh cowpies steamed
the heifer huddled the others then
weight was shifted
horns were pointed
the beeves they thundered in

all of a sudden the brawl commenced
bull whip cracked and bullets flying
eight corriente turned tail to run
in the end they met their bovine match
chiricahua cowboy was smilin’
as he blew smoke from the end of his gun
chiricahua cowboy rounded ‘em up right then
they were beaten like hamburger and locked in the pen

“next time you come round here
the butcher’ll make it cut and dried
and make little parts out of those carcasses
and wallets from yer hide!

chiricahua cowboy
he’s on his horse again
we never know why
we never know when
but he’s the hope of arizona
least from willcox to portal
the chiricahua cowboy
he’s the one that gets the call
any time ‘r oyster’s are up against the wall
the chiricahua cowboy, he done saved us all!
chiricahua cowboy–no one rides as tall!

© Brooks Bradbury / Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Chiricahua Cowgirl

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL
Brooks Bradbury

UNDER POWDER BLUE SKIES
A YOUNG ARIZONA GIRL RIDES
ON HER PRIDE AND JOY PONY
THEIR RARE LOVE ABIDES

HER MOTHER’S FINAL DYING HOPE
A GIFT TO HER A LARIAT ROPE
AND A LEOPARD APPALOOSA COLT
HER DAUGHTER NAMED HIM LIGHTENING BOLT

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLY DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE AND TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

THEY ROAMED THE DESERT RANGE FOREVER
TWO YOUNG HEARTS TOGETHER,
SMELLS OF PIÑON PINE AND LEATHER
DAYS GO BY AND THEY WOULD KNOW
LIFE’S SUPRISING SUDDEN BLOWS
SHATTERED BONES AND BROKEN HEARTS
PAINFUL FALLS AND LOVER’S WOES

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLIER DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

A HANDSOME COWBOY RAW AND TALL
BROUGHT HER FLOWERS, CHANGED IT ALL
HER LOVE GREW STRONGER
THEN ALL FELL THROUGH
ENDING SOME MONTHS LATER
BECAUSE HE WAS UNTRUE

THE WILD WEST BECAME WILD THEN
UNBRIDLED ANGER AND WILD EYES,
SHE SET OFF TO OUTRUN HIS LIES
NOTHING COULD CONTAIN HER RAGE
SHE TRIED HARD TO TURN THE PAGE
RODE HER HORSE LIKE A LION FROM A CAGE

THE RIDE WAS FAST AND FAR AND HIGH,
TEARS FROM LOSS AND CRIES OF WHY
BEYOND THE LIMITS OF HORSE AND GIRL
A WILD CRAZY DERVISH WHIRL

A SCORPION SURPRISED THEM
HER HORSE REARED UP, SHE FELL DOWN
ONLY HOURS LATER CAME AROUND
HER HORSE STAYED BY HER
THEY STOOD THEIR GROUND

SHE DRAGGED HERSELF UP
FROM THE GROUND TO HER STIRRUPS
BROKEN BONES AND AN UNYIELDING SPIRIT
HER LAST RIDE? SHE’LL NEVER HEAR IT

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE
AND TELL ME WHEN
THE CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

BrooksLooks@ Chiricahua Cowgirl

Chiricahua Cowgirl
under powder blue skies a brave Arizona girl rides
on her pride and joy pony the last gift from her mother
upon her death they were left almost nearly alone
her mom’s final hope that they rescue each other
the girl and her pony took their hard lives in stride

from childhood and older they roamed Chiricahua forever
diamondbacks and prickly pear, piñon pine and leather
years went by and they would know troubles life sometimes throws
loss and sadness, all of life’s madness and the pain of poverty’s woes

they shared joys and heartaches, and struggled on these two
the girl and her lineback Dun lived and breathed and grew
good people watched over them, like occasional angels above
giving food and shelter and safety in lieu of a mother’s love

then one day it happened, a new love came to call
the cowgirl fell in love with love him, cowboy warts and all
it ended some months later when she found he was untrue
Chiricahua then erupted her true love was misconstrued

angry skies and wild eyes, nothing contained her rage
the Wild West became wilder then, and a cowgirl came of age
they lit out for Dos Cabezas, on beyond Apache Pass
beyond the limits of girl and horse, flat out on the open range

the ride near over, exhausted, she had cried her final tear
a scorpion spooked her lineback dun, it reacted out of fear
the cowgirl was thrown hard down on unyielding ground
she was left there forever to die, her body remains unfound

get up, get on your horse, come tell me when
the Chiricahua Cowgirl rides again
she drags herself from the ground to her stirrups
with broken bones and an unbent spirit
her last ride, she’ll never hear it

Chiricahua Cowgirl rides again
to reconnect with better days
of endless joys and simple ways
over Apache land of Chokonen
Chiricahua Cowgirl rides again

© Copyright 2013 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks