Johnny Rustywire

June 08, 2014
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Johnny Rustywire
What were their names? I can't remember their names.
August 17, 2013
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Johnny Rustywire
It was summertime in the Chuska Mountains on the Navajo rez and everyone was living up in their sheep camps. There were some boys who had put in a full day of work and were heading back down to the valley below. It was 1968.
July 31, 2013
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Johnny Rustywire
Hoskie woke up and could hear nothing and so he sat up. It was early, before light, still dark outside. He walked slowly to not make a lot of noise and could see that his wife was still sleeping and he decided to let her sleep.
July 10, 2013
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Johnny Rustywire
One spring a few years ago, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) set up a wild horse roundup in Eastern Utah. I was doing some title search work and found myself one morning riding out with the wranglers who would be catching and rounding up the...
June 29, 2013
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Johnny Rustywire
It used to be that when Indians left the reservation to head into town they always seemed to get the short end of the stick.
June 11, 2013
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Johnny Rustywire
It was long ago at a place not too far from Winona Trading Post along the Turquoise Trail where you came across a muddy wash that each Spring roared to life with the rain and it washed over the land so fast it raced down to a place where it cut...