I was in Caprock Canyon State Park to paint the buffalo for the park's Visitor Center, but the cloud shadows on the canyon walls were so impressive, I had to paint them. The three cowboys rode in later. They do that sometimes.

Two armed cowboys are riding hard and fast over a sagebrush covered hill. Are they outlaws just ahead of a posse? Are they coming to warn others of trouble that's coming? Are they the trouble that's coming? You decide.

This painting is my tribute to all the working cowboys I've had the privileged to know throughout my lifetime. They're a rugged bunch, vastly underpaid, but I've been proud to call them my friends and I was proud to be one.

Every young boy that grows up on a ranch thinks that he's a good hand. I know I did. I'm sure I got in the way more than I helped, but nobody was happier cowboying than I was. I learned something valuable while doing this painting. Never paint a plaid shirt!

There's nothing better than being in high country in the fall of the year. Jeanne and I try to make our way into the mountains when the aspens are singing. Red River, New Mexico and Ridgeway, Colorado are two of our favorite destinations.

This cowboy has just filled his canteen in this cold mountain stream. I hope he pauses long enough to enjoy the beauty that surrounds him. The model for this painting was my dear friend Shannon Brooks.

It's a good thing this cowboy has his carbine ready. It looks like it's going to be a long day. I tried to let y'all know by the title that he'll fend them off at least until the sun goes down. This is a favorite type painting for me, where you the viewer get to imagine the outcome. This painting has a back-story, as all of mine do, but I'll let you write your own.

Everyone who follows my work, knows how much I enjoy painting mares and foals. I've been horse crazy-since I was a kid. I think if I could only paint only one thing for the rest of my life, it might be this. This print is available on my website under Kids and Colts.

I have to admit I had a blast doing this painting. I enjoy painting horses in action, and this time I was able to show them in lots of positions and at different angles.

I can't begin to tell y'all how many hundred of hours I spent fishing with my paternal grandfather. We fished for trout in the mountains near Chama, New Mexico. Closer to home, we fished Buffalo Lake and Lake Meredith. We always had a contest to see who caught the biggest fish, and after a long day of fishing, as we cleaned them, my grandad would always claim the biggest one. He was usually right, but not always. Bare feet and cane poles---it doesn't get any better!