Red White Black, A True Story of Race and Rodeo

vintage_western_cowgirl_miss_annie_oakley_poster-r5d73c0eb2516456cad90a9c6bb93696d_1dt_8byvr_512I am now in the process of having people read and make corrections to the manuscript for my new book — Red White Black, A True Story of Race and Rodeo. Next week I will be swinging through NE Oregon for some final research and then a rewrite.

Here’s an excerpt from the Introduction:

What little remained of the Wild West was now being portrayed by hucksters and showmen like Buffalo Bill Cody and his traveling circus-like extravaganza: cowboys and Indians riding in mock battles, a woman, Annie Oakley, putting on shooting exhibitions to show men how it was done, and even old Geronimo, the once proud war chief of the mighty Apache nation, had been reduced to selling photographs of himself for a nickel a pop. Audiences across the nation, and even internationally, were thrilled by these gaudy performances. The Wild West had met its end, destroyed by an industrial revolution that swept across the nation like an out-of-control wildfire pushed by the brawny winds of “Progress.” Progress at any cost.

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New book on its way

Just finished the first draft of my new book, Red White Black, a true story of race and rodeo … and now the real work begins with layers of Bondo, sanding, more sanding, polishing, priming, sanding once again with 300 grit, and finally a coat of paint gets applied and the words are set in book form. 

Geronimo poses driving a 1904 Locomobile

Geronimo poses driving a 1904 Locomobile

Excerpt from Red White Black:

The Wild West was dying. Hell, maybe it was already dead. The evidence of its passing was everywhere. A full generation had come and gone since the Native People were rounded up and confined to reservations. Forty million buffalo were slaughtered and the open range was steadily disappearing under the relentless assault of barbed wire fencing. Railroads connected all points of America. The telephone and telegraph were in common use. And mass produced automobiles were fast replacing the horse and buggy. At the dawn of the Twentieth Century everything was changing: nothing was ever going to be the same.

Over one hurdle but many hours of hard work yet in front of me.

Rick Steber