Have y'all ever watched a colt discover how short his neck is? I've watched them kneel and spread their front legs way apart, eventually, they figure it out.

I don't know how many of y'all know I drove a stagecoach for years, but anyone who follows my work knows how much I enjoy painting stagecoaches in action. I also enjoy painting night scenes. This painting gave me the opportunity to do both. How can you make a stagecoach running full-blast down a hill on a curve more dangerous? Make it happen at night.

I know I hated to go back to school after a summer of riding my horse, fishing, hunting and going on one adventure after another. I think this young cowboy feels the same way.

Hot off the easel. 18x24 oil on linen. When Jeanne and I were dating, I didn't have much money, but I had some pretty good horses. Our dates back then were often moonlight rides. Hard to believe that was more than 50 years ago. This painting is available at Santa Fe Trails Fine Art.

I never tire of painting frontier churches and old Spanish missions. My faith is very important to me, and it was important to the folks in the Old West. I'm drawn to include this side of frontier life in my library of work.

Monument Valley is a beautiful place, but it's not a good place to walk home from. This cowboy is checking a loose shoe and hopes it won't be a problem.

The Llano Estacado is where I am blessed to live. A hundred and seventy years ago it was called Comancheria as it was the stronghold of the most fierce of all Indian tribes, the Comanche, Anyone who dared to cross this part of Texas, did so at their own risk. Even the United States calvary dared not enter this part of Texas for many years. This unlucky trio has been found by the Comanche and must run for their lives. I think they'll get away, what do y'all think?

Y'all know how I enjoy painting mirror reflections. With this simple background, I think the cowboy and horse make an ever more powerful reflection.

This young farm boy is receiving a juicy kiss from his best friend. I remember every dog I've ever owned, and I know I wouldn't be the man I am without them. Do you have a favorite dog you remember? This painting was done for my first book with Harvest House, "Everything I Know I Learned From My Grandpa".

The Old West was a dangerous place to be. In the 1870's there wasn't much law so folks had to be ready for any threat themselves. Here a lone cowboy is approached by a stranger in the dark. The stranger is waving back, but that hidden Henry rifle might come in handy if things turn bad.