Emma’s Ex by J. Douglas Hinds
Nov30

Emma’s Ex by J. Douglas Hinds

November 30, 2017 Emma’s Ex By J. Douglas Hinds   I was sittin’ in the kitchen Half starin’ at my cup Emma was makin’ biscuits When the subject just came up   What happen to your husband I asked her right out straight He left for Colorado she said He hated this here state   Emma must be sixty Or maybe sixty five She spends her time a cookin’ And just keeping us alive   As she salted her...

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Write Stuff: The Wise Old Owl
Jun16

Write Stuff: The Wise Old Owl

June 11, 2017 Editorial Note. Be sure to enter the 2017 Write Stuff Contest. The Grand Prize is a stay for two at the Four Seasons Resort Scottsdale at Troon North, including breakfast at the resort’s Proof Restaurant.  For complete information, click on the link below. The piece below won second place in the 2004 Write Stuff Contest. J. Douglas Hinds, the author, went on to become a regular contributor of western poetry to The...

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Blanch, The Rodeo Queen
Apr30

Blanch, The Rodeo Queen

By J. Douglas Hinds   Jack and I were buddies ‘Bout as close as friends can be I hardly spoke to him He rarely spoke to me   We was ridin’ herd together On the old Conejos Spread And though we rode in silence There was plenty being said   I guess you’d call it instinct When there’s something needin’ done Like the job of cuttin’ cattle When a man and horse are one   We worked that well...

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Riding for the Devil’s Brand
Nov13

Riding for the Devil’s Brand

This November I’m giving thanks to the talented writers and photographers who have donated and continue to donate their time and talents to The Peak magazine. This article recognizes the “work” of  three of the all-time best, Cave Creek poet J. Douglas Hinds and north Scottsdale photographers/graphic designers Frank Biondo and the late Tony Nelssen. Editor Riding the Devil’s Brand By J. Douglas Hinds That poor...

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Four Ole Cowpokes Looking for Shelter
Jan29

Four Ole Cowpokes Looking for Shelter

By J. Douglas Hinds   Four of us were headin’ east The sky overcast and gray There was Jack, Bill, Dave and me Out looking for some strays   Sure enough those clouds got mean And it didn’t take us long The rain was easily felt and seen So we put our slickers on   But the rain was easy ridin’ As we rode along the trail Until that bolt of lightnin’ When the rain gave way to hail   Those horses froze...

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