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No, not really, the West may had being Wild, but more like what you see in TV about Natural habitat, wild animals, coyotes, armadillos, bison, deer, bears, or beavers, etc.Native Americans, because their culture was dependent on the environment lived closer to it, and they run into trouble as soon as they meet the first white men arriving when the Spanish conquistadors set foot in the American continent.Why?Because the European come to America seeking riches, like gold, and jewels, cities of gold, and the likes, yes pursuing a dream, basically the immigrant dream of the European in seeking himself fortune in a new land.THE FIRST VAQUEROS OR COWBOYS IN THE AMERICASHere you have not the first one, but one of the most famous like cowboys adventurers who come to America.The Conquistador Hernan CortezHe conquered Tenochtitlan the city of the Aztecs in 1521, and got a lot of treasure from Montezuma Emperor of the Aztecs, his cousin Francisco Pizarro did the same thing in Peru in 1532 conquering the Empire of the Incas, he captured Atahualpa the Inca Emperor.It didn’t take long for Atahualpa to realize that the Spanish were there for gold and silver: the Spanish had wasted no time in looting corpses and the temples of Cajamarca. Atahualpa was made to understand that he would be freed if he paid enough. He offered to fill a room with gold and then twice over with silver. The room was 22 feet long by 17 feet wide (6.7 meters by 5.17 meters) and the Emperor offered to fill it to a height of about 8 feet (2.45m). The Spanish were stunned and quickly accepted the offer, even instructing a notary to make it official. Atahualpa sent out word to bring gold and silver to Cajamarca and before long, native porters were bringing a fortune to the town from all corners of the empire and laying it at the feet of the invaders.Equestrian statue of Francisco Pizarro in Main Square, symbol of Trujillo Caceres Extremadura SpainNow do you see that horse he is riding?Take notice:Hernan Cortez and Pizarro grew up in the province of Extremadura in Spain, and they brought to America their culture, horses, and cattle, in the Americas, wherever you go in Latin America you will find the Vaquero, and the Charro in Mexico, the Llanero in Venezuela, and Colombia, the Gaucho in Argentina,Paraguay and Uruguay the Huaso in Chile, the Chagras in Equador,the Morochucos, Qorilazos, Chalán peruano , Loncco in Peru. the Sertones and Vaqueiros of Brazil, in the Dominican Republic the Hateros, and the Paniolos in Hawaii.Brazilian Sertones o Canudos outlaws in 19th century.Michael Palin meets a real-life Brazilian cowboy.Spanish Jimeta Horsemanship Jarred Diamond.Hernando de Soto, Francisco Vazquez de Coronado, explorers of the South and SouthWest . They, as Cortes and Pizarro before them were looking for gold, and Cibola, and Quivira part of the legendary seven cities of Gold, well they didn’t find anything like Tenochtitlan or in Peru, but once they figured out there was no easy money to be made, they did what they had being doing for generations, free range cattle, the Northern part of New Spain, later Mexico, and then the South West, was ideally suited for large herds of cattle, and it provided, profit and sustenance for small ranchers, and big rich Hacendados, so wherever they went and settle they brought horses and cattle with them Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, and becoming a Vaquero a way of life, horse, and cattle, therefor you need Vaqueros, or Cowboys in English, yes a humble title, like every word that ends followed by boy in America has if not a bad connotation, a humble one, however low its a required job, and you need skills as a Vaquero, or Cowboy.The Mexican vaqueros from whom indeed, as everyone knows, both the costume of the modern cowboy myth and most of the vocabulary of the cowboy's trade are directly derived: mustang, lasso, lariat, sombrero, chaps (chaparreras), a cinch, bronco.Early Californios Skills of the Rancho.The Californios expert horsemen. or vaqueros.Anyway being a vaquero was not as romantic as portrayed in the movies, basically you were a peon and poorly paid, or you have your small ranch, and live from it, was a tough job, and faraway from big cities, even towns.Before, and after the Mexican American war a lot of new immigrants started to arrive to the new lands, mostly poor, otherwise if well connected and with property in the East Coast, what business you have in the Southwest?But they come with hopes of riches, and a chance to reach a better position in life, just to find out there were not big cities or towns, and after the Gold rush was over 1855 , and the end of the civil war i 1865 well there was not much to do but becoming a cowboy, enter the era of the myth, from cowpunchers to increasingly seen not as riding herd but as gunslingers, like:Billy the Kid, outlaw and cattle rustler.Billy the Kid (born Henry McCarty September 17 or November 23, 1859 – July 14, 1881, in New York city, yes New York city!( that reminds me of the famous commercial, when they find out their salsa is made in New York city) also known as William H. Bonney) was an American Old West outlaw and gunfighter who killed eight men before he was shot and killed at age 21. He took part in New Mexico's Lincoln County War, during which he allegedly committed three murders.McCarty was orphaned at age 14. The owner of a boarding house gave him a room in exchange for work. His first arrest was for stealing food at age 16 in late 1875. Ten days later, he robbed a Chinese laundry and was arrested, but he escaped only two days later. He tried to stay with his stepfather, and then fled from New Mexico Territory into neighboring Arizona Territory, making him both an outlaw and a federal fugitive. In 1877, McCarty began to refer to himself as "William H. Bonney."After murdering a blacksmith during an altercation in August 1877, Bonney became a wanted man in Arizona Territory and returned to New Mexico, where he joined a group of cattle rustlers. He became a well-known figure in the region when he joined the Regulators and took part in the Lincoln County War. In April 1878, the Regulators killed three men, including Lincoln County Sheriff William J. Brady and one of his deputies. Bonney and two other Regulators were later charged with killing all three men.Bonney's notoriety grew in December 1880 when the Las Vegas Gazette in Las Vegas, New Mexico, and The Sun in New York City carried stories about his crimes. Sheriff Pat Garrett captured Bonney later that month. In April 1881, Bonney was tried and convicted of the murder of Brady, and was sentenced to hang in May of that year. He escaped from jail on April 28, 1881, killing two sheriff's deputies in the process and evading capture for more than two months. Garrett shot and killed Bonney—aged 21—in Fort Sumner on July 14, 1881. During the following decades, legends that Bonney had survived that night grew, and a number of men claimed to be him.In the East coast become popular to read about outlaws, and cattle rustlers, bank robers, train robers, and all kind of characters like:Jesse James, (1847–1882)Butch Cassidy, (1866–1908)Elmer McCurdy, (1880-1911)William L. Carlisle, (1890–1964)Bill Miner, (1847–1913)When most people think of the American West, they think of violence, outlaws, and robberies. Butch Cassidy was one of the most famous outlaws in the American West. He began his life as a criminal as a cattle rustler and horse thief then became notorious for robbing banks and trains. The bank robbery trade is a huge western icon. Movies and other popular culture portray the robberies in the American West as common events, but in fact, bank robberies were not as popular as interpreted. And the invented tradition of the west is entirely symbolic, inasmuch as it generalize the experience of a comparative handful of marginal people.Who, after all, cares that the total number of deaths by gunshot in all the major cattle towns put together between 1870 and 1885 – in Wichita plus Abilene plus Dodge City plus Ellsworth – was 45, or an average of 1.5 per cattle-trading season, or that local western newspapers were not filled with stories about bar-room fights, but about property values and business opportunities?This image provided by the Nevada Historical Society shows the famous group portrait taken in Fort Worth, Texas shortly after Butch Cassidy and his gang robbed the Einnemucca, Nev., bank in 1900. They sent the photo to the bank with a thank you note. Shown are Bill Carver, top left, the Sundance Kid, bottom left, and Butch Cassidy, bottom right. The other two members of the gang are not identified. (Nevada Historical Society)Wyatt EarpWyatt Berry Stapp Earp, a US Marshall assistant, of the famous OK Corral gunfight.Before becoming an agent of the law, he was arrested for stealing horses along with two other men. Wyatt and the other men were accused of stealing two horses (each with a value of $ 100) which ended up leading to his imprisonment. Instead of waiting for his trial, Wyatt escaped through the prison ceiling.Little known about him was that he was a professional gambler, a brothel keeper, and bar owner, as well as a pimp, and himself on many occasions, not so clearly on the side of law, Wyatt Earp and few other derelicts, seedy, and criminal characters, were able to make a career as outlaws, moving constantly into marginal towns, like tombstone at the time and boom towns in the territories, not yet States, away from populated places, where that type of behavior would not be tolerated, and the reason they moved constantly, in search of new prey, and impunity. The safest way was by being officers of the law, when they could take that kind of job, easier during those days, at such places, or just running away when it was necessary!At the time you got to be recognized by someone, after a felony, so running away to a different state or city, there was less chances of facing the music, and even get a job on the side of justice, the safest way to act with impunity.In all honesty, there’s tons of controversy about Wyatt Earp, to put all things clear, however I will go with Western historian and author John Boessenecker who in my opinion goes lightly, and benevolent, on the side of being cautious, and fair, when so much dirt has been wrote about Earp, as when he describes Earp as an:“Enigmatic figure … He always lived on the outer fringe of respectable society, and his closest companions were gamblers and sporting men … Wyatt never set down roots in any one place; when the money stopped coming in or his problems became too great, he would pull up stakes and move on to the next boom town … For his entire life was a gamble, an effort to make money without working hard for it, to succeed quickly without ever settling in for the long haul.”He omitted as companions, outlaws, prostitutes, pimps, conman, drunks, and rustlers.Cowboys exalted in countless movies, as the spirit of American pioneers, and the legend of the indomitable old West, and the cowboy, a period that lasted no more than 25 years, before the railroad in 1869 took over, and the great cattle drives through the prairies where over, and law, order, and property rights were enforced, from coast to coast, except for isolated, and inhospitable places like Tombstone Arizona, a miner boom town, whose only existence today, it’s to perpetuate the OK Corral gunfight of yore, a 30 second shoot out between outlaws to settle up differences, neither real hard working cowboys, neither lawmen, and lionized by Hollywood, where it was exactly were Wyatt Earp ended his life roaming the studios, trying to promote his image, by selling a phony story.American OutlawsOf course, we know almost nothing of the previous 350 years, when the Spanish brought without fanfare, or movies, to depict us, the culture of cattle ranching, and expert horsemanship, to the Southwest, before the cowboys, who learned the trade from the humble vaqueros, mostly half bloods of Indian, and Spaniard, Mestizos the original cowboys, and extending all through Northern Mexico, and the Southwest, And where the Vaquero tradition still lives pretty much as it did for all those years, as well in America were free range cattle its allowed, and Vaqueros or Cowboys needed, without the false glamour of being a “pistolero” or gunslinger.Corazón Vaquero: The Heart of the Cowboy

This answer may contain sensitive images. Click on an image to unblur it.My first exposure to the concept of signs from our loved ones who have passed occurred many years ago. My boyfriend had taken me on a train trip to the town of Santa Barbara California for my birthday. As we were getting ready to walk to dinner, a psychic by the name of Sylvia Browne was on a television talk show. she talked about the different signs which included things like birds and feathers and coins on the ground. I remember chuckling at this at the time. Since we had taken the train, we walked several blocks to the restaurant. On the way I found 5 coins on the ground (they were not all together). When we returned to the hotel there was a note requesting I call my family. It was then I received the sad news that my Father had died.This opened my eyes to possibilities.My 34 year old Son passed away rather suddenly over 3 years ago. 5 days earlier I didn't even know he was sick. I was with him during his last days and also was holding his hand when he took his last breath. This was the worst, most horrific, heart wrenching thing to experience. I know that I will never get over this.I was distraught for over 2 years straight. During that time, I received numerous signs/messages from my Son. The first sign occurred as I was at my son's bank closing his account. I had all the necessary documentation but I needed the notary - who was at lunch. The bank official observed I was emotional and offered his office for me to sit in while we waited for the notary to return. I waited quite some time for her to return. When she did, it took a while for her to get all the paperwork in order and I continued to wait. Finally, after two hours I was handed a check with the proceeds from my Son's account. The exact moment the check was put in my hand the music overhead started playing a song from my favorite artist. The Mother's day before my son passed he had taken me to see this artist at a Blues Festival and when this particular song came on, we both agreed this was our favorite song from my favorite artist. I could not believe my ears. I took this as a sign from my Son.I received the next sign about two months after he passed. It was Easter day and my boyfriend insisted I get out of the house. We went to a local strip mall for breakfast at a very busy restaurant. We put our name on the waiting list and walked outside. I looked down and there was a quarter laying on the pavement. I picked it up as you know, I believe the concept of coins being signs from loved ones who have departed. I put the quarter in my pocket. When I got home I put it in a small box of treasures next to my bed. A couple weeks later, I had the first and only dream of my Son. In my dream my Son was 5 years old. He was in his karate uniform and we were at his karate class at a local recreation center. In the dream, my Son ran up to me and asked me for a quarter for the vending machine. I hugged him hard and wouldn't let him go as I knew how the story was going to end. I woke up in tears and very upset. My boyfriend woke up and try to calm me down. I told him about the dream. He reminded me about the quarter I had found on Easter morning. I had never looked closely at it and jumped out of bed to turn the light on and to get my glasses. I looked at the quarter and it was a 1981 quarter. 1981 is the year that my son was born! I took this as a sign from my Son.A couple months later it was the day before Mother's Day which also happened to be my birthday. Once again, my boyfriend insisted I leave the house and accompany him with some errands. We went from store- to -store to business-to-business taking care of my boyfriend's errands. Towards the end of the day I asked if we could stop at a store so I could get something I needed. My boyfriend left for a different store and I ran into the shop. I quickly bought what I needed and came out almost immediately. I could not see my boyfriend anywhere so I decided to head to the car. Halfway through the parking lot I saw a shopping cart with something inside of it. I walked toward it and realized it was abandoned in the middle of the lot.. There was a coat/hat rack which had been left in the cart. The coat rack had three little birds on it. It also still had the price tag. My Son's favorite vocal artist was Bob Marley. His favorite song was a song that says “Rise up this morning..rise to the shining sun… three little birds sat on my doorstep. Singing Sweet songs of melodies pure and true this is my message to you……Don't worry about a thing because every little thing is going to be alright”. I took this as a sign from my Son. On another level, I took it as a birthday gift.Each sign made me feel a little better.The signs continued to come and now they were centered around the three little bird theme. Several months later my boyfriend and I were in Santa Fe New Mexico. We were eating dinner at a restaurant in our hotel. The bathroom was outside the restaurant but still inside the hotel. I excused myself to find it and on the way felt inexplicably pulled towards one of the shops that was located in the hotel’s plaza. The shop was dark and closed. I was drawn towards it and when I looked in the window I saw the most beautiful painting with a Native American figure holding a dish with three little Hummingbirds above it. I could not believe my eyes. I wrote down the phone number for the store and called it the next day. The owner of the shop described the painting to me and told me that it showed three hummingbirds taking messages to loved ones who had departed and were now in heaven. I knew I had to have that painting. Luckily they had layaway at the studio and I was able to pay for it over the course of the next several months.The signs kept coming. The following year on my birthday I was very sad and thinking about the previous year’s gift from my Son. Suddenly I heard a loud crash and realized that something in my Son's old room had fallen. It was a clothes rack and the clothes were all over the floor. I decided to use this moment to clean the room up a bit. I took all the clothes out and when I got to the corner of the closet there was a large box there with my son's possessions in it. Mostly clothes and some paperwork. I decided to empty it out and when I got to the very bottom corner of the box there was my son's diamond bracelet which he thought he lost years earlier. It matched his ring which I now was wearing around my neck. I took this as a sign and a birthday gift from my son.The signs continued.One day I was driving to a Museum that was holding a festival for some of the local Native Americans. It was about 50 miles away from my house and on the way I became sad and very despondent. I was crying and talking to my Son who by now I was convinced was near to me even in death. I asked my Son to send me a sign as it had been a while since I received any. I went to the festival and walked all the aisles. I started to exit the museum when I noticed I had missed an aisle. I turned around and went back in and walked down the aisle. When I got to the end of the aisle I saw a table with a few coffee cups on it for sale. The artwork was unmistakably from the artist that had painted the three little bird picture. I asked the person next to the unmanned table about the artist’s table. She explained he was doing a painting demonstration and I could find him at the other end of the patio. I went to find him and introduced myself. He remembered me and the painting that I had bought. He exclaimed, “I have a mug with your very painting on it!” I followed him to the table and underneath in a box was a coffee mug with my exact painting on it. I took this as a sign from my son.Last Christmas, I decided to visit a medium. I was in Sedona Arizona and someone I know had been referred to this particular medium. I had never been to a medium before nor was I convinced they were even legitimate. The fact was, I was desperate to hear from my son and was willing to give it a try.I have lost many people in my life, including my husband, my Son, all of my grandparents and aunts and uncles and a couple of friends. When I sat down with the medium she exclaimed that I had brought quite a crowd with me. She told me a few things that were somewhat generic and I started to become skeptical. Then she stated that there was a young man in the corner of the room who was reluctant to come forward. She said he needed me to forgive him before he would come forward. I said of course I forgive you and my son came forward. My Son died from alcoholic liver disease. He told me he took full responsibility for his death. That there was nothing I could have done to stop him. That even if I had tried he wouldn't have listened. He said he comes to me in scent. I immediately recalled how Im frequently overwhelmed by the smell of cigarette smoke despite no one being around or even nearby. It was an hour of amazement and everything that the medium told me was spot-on. That is, until we got to the end of the session. My Son stated that he “really loved the mittens”. This statement threw me for a loop as my son was 34 years old and certainly didn't have any mittens. I commented to the medium about this and she said try not to dwell on it as often these things reveal themselves with time.A couple of weeks later I was home and sitting on my couch. I have my Son's ashes in an urn on a table with some photos and keepsakes. Next to the urn is a candle The candle had a picture of the landscape forms found in Monument Canyon Arizona. My Son and I had been there twice together. SUDDENLY it dawned on me that those landforms in Monument Valley are called the MITTENS!