Books with author James H. Couch

There are few men and few books that can describe as varied and adventurous life as James Cooks, “Fifty Years on the Old Frontier”. As a cowboy in the "jungles" of south Texas to a big-game guide in the wilds of Wyoming, then to a scout and ranchman in southwestern New Mexico, James H. Cook was a prominent figure in the west during the latter part of the 1800's. Having witnessed the murder several of his fellow ranchmen by the marauding Apaches, Cook was indefatigable in his pursuit of Geronimo during the last of the Indian wars in New Mexico. Despite this, James was a personal and faithful friend to the most brilliant and daring chief the Sioux Nation has ever acclaimed, Mahpiya-luta, (Red Cloud). James Cook describes many of Red Clouds personal experiences from the lips of Red Cloud himself.Detailing as widely varied experiences as discovering some of the first Dinosaur fossils in Nebraska, to chasing wild cows in Texas, having a not-so-tame pet grizzly bear in New Mexico, to the last Indian wars; James Cooks words ring from the pages with truth and without exaggeration. Extremely well written and easy to read, "Fifty Years on the Old Frontier" is sure to find a home on the shelves of the modern reader.From the Preface:MANY STORIES have been written, many scenes depicted by great artists, touching the lives of the pioneers of the West. As many varieties of people were represented among the pioneers, no doubt, as in the various other walks of life. Three classes have been portrayed—the good, the bad, and the indifferent. Type specimens from these three classes have been selected and represented by professional actors, on both stage and screen, until the public has become fairly familiar with their characteristics. Scenes of western life have been drawn to represent phases which had passed on long before the camera was in evidence there, the artist’s imagination supplying both detail and action. Realizing that few men are today living who have had experiences similar to mine, and that but few records have ever been left by these few, I have attempted, at the ear¬nest request of my family and friends, to write down some of my experiences.I desire to record one fact regarding those who made a success as good ‘‘cowhands” or plainsmen or mountaineers, and who really aided by their various activities in paving the way for the settlement of the West. Such men had to be men of deeds, men of action. No person, so far as I know, has ever accused Daniel Boone, Kit Carson, “Bigfoot” Wallace, Jim Bridger, or others of their type whose names will remain indelible in the history of the West, of being either loafers, dancehall artists, or desperadoes. The majority of the cowboys of the West were not a drunken, gambling lot of toughs. It required riders with clear heads, brave hearts, and strong bodies to do the work which was required in handling either the great trail herds or the cattle on the ranges. A drunken man riding about one of those great herds of wild cattle was a sight I never witnessed. One could as well imagine a man being allowed to smoke cigarettes in a powder factory. A large percentage of the men who lived the life of the open chose and followed that life because they loved it.

The keen-eyed, cool-headed, and fearless men (Kit Carson, Jim Bridger, Buffalo Bill Cody, Big Foot Wallace, and Captain Jim Cook, among others) who were pivotal personalities for more than half a century in the almost ceaseless task of clearing the way for and guarding the lives and properties of explorers, emigrants, and settlers in the West, are an extinct type of pioneer, Accounts of the heroic deeds of this handful of men, however, remain today as indelible records that dramatize the melting away of this country’s vast frontiers.

Eddy Buchanan was a bully who loved to tease and torment all the other kids on Beech Street, especially little Timmy Watkins who lived next door. After a record snowfall, Eddy scares Timmy and steals the head of the huge snowman he built as a cruel prank. But that night Eddy is alone in his house with something that wants what he took. Something that will stop at nothing...and it has an ax.