#black horse western

[dollypartonvibes]

Dolly Parton at her home, circa 1977.

[craigslisthorses]

[onenicebugperday]

@gallifreyanconsultingphilosopher Do you know what the guys in 1&2 (clearest photos I got before it flew away), 3-5, and 8-10 are? Southern Alberta. I think 6 is a puncate leaf beetle and 7 is a pale green weevil.

Sure! Photos 1 and 2 are a robber fly. 3-5 are a male western black horse fly. And the last fella looks like one of the wasps in Crabronidae - maybe a square-headed wasp in the genus Tachysphex.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 1 - prompt 1: Western [word count 798]

“It’s the second time this month! The whole chest of gold from the mines!”

Sirius raised his eyes from his whittling to cast a bored look at the man frantically pacing in his office. As sheriff of Godric Springs, he should have been on his feet, nodding at the distress of one of his fellow citizens, but looking at Lucius Malfoy hysterically flipping his hair from one side of his neck to another because he had been robbed once again was too damn funny.

“Hire more guards,” he said slowly.

Malfoy stared at him, outraged.

“You’re the sheriff! It’s your job to capture these outlaws and hang them!”

Sirius snorted and took his feet away from his desk, looking at Malfoy as he would do a child.

“Lucius,” he said slowly. “The Silver Bullet and the Ruby Gun have been plaguing this region for years evading capture every single time. There’s nothing more I can do, even as sheriff.”

“You should hunt them down! Cable Washington, have them send your brother over with the army!”

“Oh, I’m sure General Black has no more pressing matters at hands other than two petty thieves,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Have you considered changing your methods instead, Lucius?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” Sirius smiled innocently. “The Ruby Gun and the Silver Bullet targeted the Lestrange mines before yours. Once your dear sister-in-law convinced her husband to pay the right wages to the miners they never stole from them again.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed and he flipped his hair one last time before storming out of the sheriff’s office.

“Do you think he’ll get it?” Peter asked from his desk.

“Doubt it,” Sirius shook his head. “But he’ll have no other choice, it’s either become a decent person or lose all his gold and we know Malfoy loves his gold.”

“How many landowners like that are left?” Peter looked up at the wall, where the map of the region was pinned.

“A lot,” Sirius sighed. “Our favourite outlaws have work to do.”

“Not what you expected when you became sheriff?”

“Definitely not,” Sirius smiled.

A bell rang somewhere in the distance, followed by happy shouts. Some minutes later, the door of the office opened and James walked him, his teacher’s briefcase under one arm.

“Hiya boys,” he smiled. “School’s out and I thought I would deliver Rose here right to her daddy.”

A little girl with blonde pigtails ran in after him and jumped in Peter’s arms, almost making him fall off his chair. Both James and Sirius laughed and Sirius got up.

“We’re closing early today,” he said. “Go home with your daughter, vice-sheriff.”

After locking up the office and waving goodbye to Peter and Rose, Sirius walked with James to where his horse was waiting.

“Any news?” James asked.

“Another chest of Malfoy gold stolen right as it was being transported from his mines into town. Malfoy ended up even requesting the whole army to fight two outlaws, it was really funny,” Sirius said.

“So they made it out without getting caught again?”

“They did,” Sirius smiled and patted James’s shoulder. “Go home to your wife, Prongs. I’m sure she’s already waiting for you.”

James nodded and hurried away while Sirius mounted Adhara and trotted to the little ranch he owned half an hour from town. Once there he took the time to tend to the mare and give her plenty of water before walking in the house.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called out, throwing his hat and landing it perfectly on the back of a chair.

“In here,” Remus’s voice called back.

Sirius walked in their bedroom where Remus was kneeling at the foot of their bed, carefully putting sacks of gold labeled with the Malfoy seal in the cache under the floorboards. He looked up and smiled at him.

“Busy day, sheriff?”

“You could say that,” Sirius smiled. “A distinguished citizen has been robbed for the second time this month, it was really hard not to laugh in his face.”

“Lily left a perfectly clear threat in the carriage that we will continue robbing them until those poor miners have decent wages and working conditions.”

“Still, the Silver Bullet is making my life complicated at work.”

Remus replaced the floorboards and got up, crossing his arms.

“And what are you going to do, sheriff?” he cocked an eyebrow. “Arrest me?”

“I could,” Sirius smirked, walking closer to him and pushing him back with one hand.

Remus took a couple steps back until his legs hit the side of the bed and he ended up falling on it. Sirius was quick to climb into his lap.

“For now I think I’ll just handcuff you to the bed, shall I?” he whispered, before pulling Remus in a searing kiss.

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Prompt 1 - Western

@wolfstarmicrofic July 1, word count 956

Sirius dropped to the ground. His horse stood still as he knew he would. He may have been the hardest horse he’d ever had to tame, but it had been worth it. They had a bond so close he’d trust his boy with anything. 

He slid the reins over Grim’s head and led him to the small stream beside them. He started unbuckling the girth and removed the saddle and cloth, putting them on the ground near where he intended to light his fire. 

Grim came over to him once he’d drunk his fill and butted at Sirius’s hands until he removed his bridle. Sirius waited for Grim to drop the bit and then patted the majestic black horse on the neck with a loud thwack. The horse snorted as he wandered away to find the sweetest shoots of grass to graze on. 

Sirius walked around his makeshift campsite, picking up as many dry bits of wood as he could find. He dumped them all in a pile beside the saddle and then went scouting for dinner. 

He spotted fish swimming in the stream. He was sweating from the heat, so he decided to strip off and try his hand at fishing. 

He immersed himself in the chilly water, sighing as the day’s dust washed away in brown ribbons into the flowing water. He stood perfectly still, waiting for a fish to go by. 

It took longer than he expected. Those fish were slippery suckers. He heard Grim nicker but didn’t think anything of it. His eyes caught sight of a silvery fish heading straight for him. Just a bit closer, just a bit closer. He chanted internally. His hands wrapped around the fish in a vice-like grip and he tossed it onto the bank. At the same time, Grim screamed. 

Sirius whipped his head in his horse’s direction to see a tall slim man jumping on his back and attempting to ride him away. Unlucky for him, the only person Grim allowed to ride him was Sirius. Grim reared up, his powerful front legs cutting through the air and the man slid from his back with a hard thump. The man stayed low and covered his head as Grim’s back legs kicked out. Sirius watched the man quickly roll away from the steel-clad hooves. One kick from one of those and he’d never get up again. 

Sirius sauntered over to the would-be horse thief and put his hands on his hips, only then realising he was completely bare. Oh well, might shock the idiot into thinking again before he tried to steal another man’s horse. 

“And just what do you think you are doing?” He asked, Grim, coming to stand behind him, his head resting on Sirius’s shoulder, snorting unhappily. Sirius reached up and stroked the disgruntled stallion’s mane. 

The man sat up, keeping a wary eye on Grim. Sirius took in his battered form and his ragged clothes. 

“Sorry,” The man apologised, brushing his unkempt hair out of his face. “I thought you were one of the men who captured me, but I can see now that you’re not. Please accept my apologies, I was only trying to get far enough away that they wouldn’t bother trying to find me.” He looked so pitiful that Sirius took pity on him. Not something he did lightly. 

“Why were you captured? What did you do?” Sirius asked, trying to get a better idea of what kind of man he was. 

“My father owed a debt to a bandit by the name of Fenrir Greyback, and he took me as payment. I’ve been with them for three months. I finally managed to get away when they were ambushed by another gang, but I’m sure they’re hot on my trail.” He dropped his head. “I can’t go back to them, I just can’t.” Sirius fought against himself and groaned as he realised he couldn’t leave this man behind. 

“I’m Sirius, Sirius Black and this here is Grim. He’s the fastest horse in the State. We’ll soon put some distance between us and those bandits of yours, even with the extra weight. What do you say, Grim, up for a bit more riding before the sun sets?” Grim whinnied in answer and Sirius offered his hand to the man on the floor. The man took it and let Sirius help him to his feet. 

“My name is Remus Lupin.” Remus told him, still eyeing Grim. “I’m sorry for trying to steal you, Grim, I promise I won’t do it again.” Grim nickered. He approached Remus and snorted at him when he didn’t raise his hand to pet him. When Remus got what he wanted, he tentatively stroked down his long nose, patting him gently. 

“I think he likes you, Remus. Could you keep an eye on him while I get packed up and we'll go?” Remus nodded, not looking away from the horse. 

Sirius dressed quickly, he’d spotted a dust cloud in the distance and was afraid it was made by numerous horses thundering towards them. He collected the fish he caught and the firewood he’d collected and stored it in his saddlebags. They might need it depending on where they settled in for the night.

He tacked up Grim and hoisted himself into the saddle. Grim pawed at the ground, eager to be off again. Sirius leant over and helped Remus onto Grim’s back, seating him in front of him.

“Now, lean forward, Remus, we’re going to go fast.” He wrapped his free arm around Remus's waist and kicked Grim on. Grim threw his head back and charged forward. His hooves barely made contact with the ground he galloped so fast. They’d lose those thugs in no time.  

[searchwarrent]

schlowdy, partner (the schlowboy)

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Like father, like son

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[art-of-thomas-elliott]

Western ink painting

Thomas elliott artist Illustrator

[demifiendrsa]

Oscars 2023 winners:

Best Picture – Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Actress in a Leading Role – Michelle Yeoh, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Actor in a Leading Role – Brendan Fraser, The Whale

Best Directing – Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, Everything Everywhere All At Once

Best Film Editing – Paul Rogers, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Original Song – “Naatu Naatu” by M.M. Keeravaani and Chandrabose, RRR

Best Sound – Mark Weingarten, James H. Mather, Al Nelson, Chris Burdon and Mark Taylor, Top Gun: Maverick

Best Adapted Screenplay – Sarah Polley, Women Talking

Best Original Screenplay – Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, Everything Everywhere All At Once

Best Visual Effects – Joe Letteri, Richard Baneham, Eric Saindon and Daniel Barrett, Avatar: The Way of Water

Best Original Score – Volker Bertelmann, All Quiet on the Western Front

Best Production Design – Production Design: Christian M. Goldbeck; Set Decoration: Ernestine Hipper, All Quiet on the Western Front

Best Animated Short Film  – The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse

Best Documentary Short Film – The Elephant Whisperers

Best International Feature Film – All Quiet on the Western Front (Germany)

Best Costume Design – Ruth Carter, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Best Makeup and Hairstyling – Adrien Morot, Judy Chin, and Annemarie Bradley, The Whale

Best Cinematography – James Friend, All Quiet on the Western Front

Best Live Action Short Film – An Irish Goodbye

Best Documentary Feature – Navalny

Best Actress in a Supporting Role – Jamie Lee Curtis, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Actor in a Supporting Role  – Ke Huy Quan, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Animated Feature – Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio

[big-bird-nerd]

I feel like conversations about things like cowboys desperately needs an understanding not just of class and settler colonialism, but also just like, literally what the basic thing even is? Idk like there's a difference between "cow herder, who was often Black or Indigenous" and "law enforcement or bandit who murders Black and Indigenous peoples as a hobby." The image of the cowboy is often associated with the latter, but the reality is that the former is more accurate in the first place.

Anyway, point is, I feel like there should be a separation between the idea of a cowboy and the idea of wild west law enforcement, cause there's no way my native ass is being accused of glamourizing settler colonial violence when up here, the horseback law enforcement wore ugly ass red coats with stupid round hats while the native ranchers wore the duds.

[domono08]

I’m actually proud of this, as I always wanted to draw my horse cowgirl, Jessie Mare looking up to the stars.

Also shading.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Day of the Outlaw (André De Toth, 1959)

[tricoufamily]

while i'm thinking about it, i'm not sure if i'll finish a new edit before horses, so i'm posting old renders again :) a compilation of my beckett and connor western au :))))) this au really does slap i wasn't joking i'm not gonna be humble about it

[supercowgirl04]

Felicia and Miguel out riding on a cold snowless day

[fightingwithallreality]

Smoky the Cowhorse (1926) written and illustrated by Will James