#Comanche Sunset

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Comanche Sunset de Rosanne F Bittner

¡Hola Rinconeros! Este es un libro que pedí por la portada tan cursi con un clon de Fabio incluido. Lo cierto es que me encantan los romances históricos y este se desarrolla en el Viejo Oeste, en Texas. Siempre me ha gustado Texas pues es un lugar Gigante y salvaje. También soy una apasionada de la historia de los pobladores precolombinos de América y los Comanches son de los pueblos que no se…

[nocternalrandomness]

Piper Comanche Silhouetted in the sunset

[spawksstuff]

The De Completionist Checklist Part 13

1963

Note on the dates: I will mostly be going by when a show/movie was shot rather than its release date. Variety Magazine will be given first priority.

My score: 6 / 7

Need To Find:  The Gallant Men – A Taste of Peace

Favorite Movie: Gunfight At Comanche Creek

Favorite TV Show:  The Virginian – Man of Violence

Favorite Scene: Besides the obvious trek across the river in Man of Violence, the fight scene in The Dakotas with Jack Elam

[kayespencer]

JusJoJan24 - 1/4/2024 Captivating Colorado Sunsets #jusjojan24 #sunsets

“Captivating” is today’s JusJoJan24 prompt, and it is brought to us by Wendy. I find sunsets to be absolutely captivating. I live in the far southeastern corner of Colorado near the Comanche National Grasslands, which means I am surrounded by prairie. As such, I have an unobstructed view of sunsets. Most sunsets are simply the sun going down without fanfare. But the evenings when the sky lights…

[tetramodal]

Horn Peak Sunset Acrylic on canvas 8x8". Charles Morgenstern, 2023. The Sangre de Cristo Mountains seen from Westcliffe, Colorado.

[katiajewelbox]

Ranzen of the Chichimecs mounted on his steed, a type of domestic camelid. This is from my alternative history story set in a world where the Americas were never fully colonised by Europeans and where the magnificent megafauna never went extinct. Ranzen is the story's protagonist and goes through a version of the classic "hero's journey" in order to learn his real identity and to take control of his own destiny.

Media: pen and ink, alcohol based markers, soft pastels

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[younglarva]

Faraway Places - Eddie & The Showmen • Paradise Cove - The Surfmen • A Place In The Sun - The Shadows • [clip: Kool Aid (circa 1969)] • Summer Crane - The Avalanches • Sunny Laze - John Cameron • [clip: Continental Airlines (1973)] • The Summer Knows - Scott Walker • [clip: Hertz Rent-A-Car (circa 1970)] • Summertime Blues - The Rumblers • [clip: 7-UP (circa 1969)] • Sunny - Arthur Lyman Group • Sunny - Tony Savarino • Sunny Speed - John Cameron • [clip: Ice Cream Machine (circa 1968)] • Theme from Endless Summer - The Sandals • Bummer In The Summer - Love • Summer Madness - Kool & The Gang • Long, Long Summer - Dizzy Gillespie • Lanky Bones - Eddie & The Showmen • [clip: 7-UP (circa 1969)] • Pipeline - Jerry Cole & His Spacemen • Bucket Seats - The Rally Packs • [clip: drive-in concessions (circa 1960)] • The Last Walk - The Super Stocks • Toes On The Nose - Eddie & The Showmen • [clip: 7-UP (circa 1969)] • Sunny Afternoon - Tony Savarino • Border Town - Eddie & The Showmen • [clip: 7-UP (circa 1969)] • Mecca - Trabants • The Sound of Mecca - The Blazers • [clip: National Bohemian Beer (circa 1960)] • Casbah - Sandy Nelson • Twilight City - The Vulcanes • Theme From "A Summer Place" - Tony Savarino • [clip: Shasta soda (circa 1965)] • Ventura - The Super Stocks • Surf Man - Richie Allen And The Pacific Surfers • [clip: Coca Cola ft. Jack Webb (circa 1965)] • Oceanside - The Super Stocks • Midnight Surfer - Jerry Cole & His Spacemen • [clip: Kool Aid (circa 1969)] • Downey Surf - The Nevegans • Hanging One - The Ramblers • [clip: Ideal Racing Boats (circa 1960)] • Comanche - The Revels • [clip: Kool Aid ft. Bugs Bunny (circa 1965)] • It's a Gass - The Rumblers • Let There Be Surf - The Chevels • Beaver Patrol - The Blazers • [clip: Coca Cola (circa 1968)] - Hot Dogger - The Pastel Six • [clip: Boss Tex Beef Stew (circa 1968)] • Destruction - The Rumblers • Tijuana Gasser - The Deuce Coupes • Mexican Firefly - The Fireballs • My Little Surfin' Woodie - The Sunsets • Beach Party - Annette Funicello • The Lonely Surfer - Jack Nitzsche • [download]

original broadcast 05.29.21

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OOO! AU mashup, please! Ship of choice (also because I don't really know Mag7 beyond gifsets) with Time Travel and Hair Brushing/Braiding!

Trope Mash-Up ask meme

Vasquez/Red Harvest, Time Travel [97] and Hair Brushing/Braiding [94]

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Sam Chisolm is intimately aware that the desert is a dangerous, unknowable place. Many a traveler, homesteader, bounty hunter, and outlaw has stumbled their way out of it with tales taller than mountains about all manner of inconceivable happenings. This, though—this is something else entirely.

Not a full day out from Rose Creek, settled around the fire for supper, and two very familiar figures walked out of the darkness and sat down for their share. Only problem is, they number nine already, and Vasquez and Red Harvest have already settled into place in the camp.

As unnerving as the encounter is, he can admit they look well.

Vasquez, from what Sam can see, has filled out—not quite so lean and rangy. His clothes are clean and well-made, with intricate patterns and neat stitching; a couple small loops of silver and gold glint at the tips of his ears and the bright red feather slipped into the band of his hat catch the eye. He looks at ease with their circumstances, adopting an easy sprawl next to Emma Cullen and giving her a pleased grin when she hands over supper without faltering.

On the other hand, aside from having a bit more meat on his bones and a mulish expression, Red Harvest is virtually indistinguishable from his counter-part but for the hair. Sam understands that their—for a given value of possession—Red Harvest wears his hair unusually short in mourning of a recent loss of a family member; this strange newcomer wears his past his shoulders.

It makes for an odd tableau, them sitting next to each other, resolutely refusing to meet each other’s eye.

Not much is said as they eat their shares.

“Ahem—” Vasquez, the stranger, eventually begins, turning to face Faraday. A long groan cuts him off, startling the rest of the camp, Sam included, by the fact that it comes from his companion.

“If you even start, so help me,” the strange Red Harvest warns, shocking them all further.

“Rojito,” Vasquez says imploringly, twisting to meet his eyes, “please. When will I have this chance again?”

“You don’t have this chance now. Eat your disgusting beans,” is his flat reply. After a beat, his gaze moves to their employer and, with a fair imitation of apology, says, “Nothing against your cooking, Emma.”

White-faced and purse-lipped, she nods and says, “Thank you.” It does no one any good to be discourteous to whom- or whatever the desert places in one’s path.

“You are a cruel marido,” the strange Vasquez says without heat, causing his counter-part to choke on his food. The grin the stranger shoots him is broad, edging on filthy.

Red Harvest’s mirror sighs and leans over to catch their Vasquez’s eye. “We’re not married,” he says, as if to be reassuring.

“We are a little bit married,” Vasquez protests.

“Then I want a divorce.”

“Mexicans,” the strange, settled Vasquez informs his companion with great dignity, “do not get divorced. We die.”

“I can arrange that.”

The uncomfortable silence following that statement—uncomfortable for the rest of them; the participants seem very at ease with such banter—is broken, of course, by Faraday. “Uh, wow. I would not have predicted the two of you gettin’ hitched.”

“Well,” Vasquez drawls, with a trouble-making glint in his eye, “only after Sam turned him down.”

Refusing to react to the bait, Sam breathes evenly and takes an unconcerned bite of supper.

“If you get to tell lies about me and Sam, then I get to tell lies about you and güero,” Red Harvest serenely replies. The younger version at his side looks mostly unaffected and uninterested in the conversation, but for the tightness around his eyes. There, he looks a bit hunted. “I have plenty of material.”

The interlopers size each other up.

“You let me do it, I let you tell one”—Vasquez holds up his index finger for effect—“outrageous lie.”

“Deal.”

Grinning like a coyote, the stranger whips out a familiar deck of cards and holds them out to Faraday with a troubling amount of glee. “Pick a card, ¡güero!”

“Oh, Jesus,” Faraday mutters, and somehow that’s what breaks the tension within the camp. Their resident gambler, faced with an older and cheerier image of one of their own, beaten at his own little game. They all manage to at least crack a smile when Vasquez pulls Faraday’s card from the Irishman’s own vest pocket.

After that, the older Red Harvest mutters a exasperated, “I can’t believe I put up with this on purpose. Make better decisions than I did,” to his younger self and then launches into the promised tall tale. For all that the man isn’t the loquacious sort, he still manages to tell a sweeping and dramatic tale of love unrequited between Vasquez and Faraday.

It includes much maidenly sighing on the part of Vasquez, and unwitting encouragement on the part of Faraday, until the truth outs and the two resolve their miscommunications. Faraday lets Vasquez down gently, who takes the rejection with stoic acceptance and a single, beautiful tear, before riding out into the sunset. The entire camp, minus either Red Harvest and including both Vasquezes, is in stitches by the time the tale ends with, “And that is possibly the most intricate lie I’ve ever told.”

The evening winds down and their unexpected company offers to take the first watch. Sam allows it, knowing that the two travelers will likely be gone come morning. He watches them with curiosity, Vasquez’s fingers carding through Red Harvest’s hair, which the Comanche accepts with a put-upon sigh.

It’s encouraging, seeing these two together in whatever way they are, clearly years after whatever may happen down in Rose Creek.

The image of Vasquez tenderly creating tiny little braids in Red Harvest’s long hair carries him off to sleep, and later, through the battle. These two, at least, come out the other side better than they had begun.

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AO3 (Mag7 Pseud)

[didanawisgi]

“Medicine wheels, known also as sacred circles or sacred hoops, are monuments constructed by certain Native American cultures by laying stones in a particular pattern on the ground. The most basic pattern, which is followed by the majority of medicine wheels, consists of a center of stones, which is connected to an outer ring by ‘spokes’. Medicine wheels were, and still are, constructed for healing purposes. It may be mentioned that this ‘healing’ should be understood within the context of inner spiritual energy and enlightenment, rather than the taking of drugs or herbal remedies. Apart for that, such wheels are speculated to have been made for astronomical, ritual and teaching purposes as well.

The term ‘medicine wheel’ was not originally used by the Native Americans who made these monuments. Instead, this term was first used during the late 1800s / early 1900s by Americans of European descent to refer to the Bighorn Medicine Wheel, which is located near Sheridan, Wyoming. Similar monuments were later discovered, and the term ‘medicine wheel’ was used to describe them as well.

Medicine wheels can generally be found in the southern part of Canada and the northern United States. Of the 46 known medicine wheels built by the ancient Native Americans, 66% of them may be found in Alberta, Canada. Another source claims that there are a few hundred of these medicine wheels in existence. These medicine wheels are believed to have been built by the ancient Plains Indians, including the Cree, Comanche, Pawnee and Sioux (Lakota, Dakota, Nakota). These were nomads, who were on the move for most of the year, as they followed the herds of buffalo and deer.   

The ancient medicine wheels were built at different points in time. Some are believed to be hundreds of years old, whilst others are thought to have been made thousands of years ago. For example, the Bighorn Medicine Wheel in Wyoming is thought to be 800 years old, though some believe that the wheel is much older than that. The Moose Mountain Wheel in Saskatchewan is estimated to be 2000 years old, and, due to the similarities between this wheel and the Bighorn Medicine Wheel, some have suggested that the former was used as a model for the latter. The oldest known medicine wheel can be found in Majorville, Canada, and is said to be 5000 years old.  

There is no consensus as to the exact purpose of medicine wheels. Medicine wheels are commonly believed to have served a healing purpose, in the sense of improving one’s inner spiritual energy. One way of achieving this aim is to use the medicine wheel for meditation and reflection. Some wheels, for example, are divided into four sections, and represent a number of quartets that may be used for reflection. Amongst these are the Four Stages of Life (Birth, Youth, Adult, Death), and the Four Trials of Man (Success, Defeat, Peace, War). Medicine wheels have been appropriated by New Age spiritualists, and that these groups had attached their own syncretic meanings to these structures.

The medicine wheels had originally served some sort of astronomical function. It has been proposed, for example, that some medicine wheels reflect certain celestial alignments, such as the sunrise and sunset of the summer solstice, as well as the rising places of certain stars associated with the summer solstice. The Bighorn Medicine Wheel, the Majorville Medicine Wheel and the Moose Mountain Wheel have been found to support the astronomical alignment theory. Some have also suggested that medicine wheel was used for important ritual ceremonies. Whilst the original use of the medicine wheels is unclear, it is more certain that they served different functions, depending on the tribe that was making them, and that it is entirely possible that these functions were experienced changes over the centuries.”

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🌤️ Beautiful Texas Sunset In Comanche Texas https://ift.tt/ScQJnv1 #sunset #texassunset #RidingForACure #iphone11 #rexcovingtonphotography #lonestarrider #connectedforlife #ManyRoadsOnePurpose — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/w23tfCn

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[kayespencer]

#Bloganuary Jan 31 - Best place to watch the sunset near me #wordpress #sunsets

I live in the far southeastern corner of  Colorado on the plains of the Comanche National Grasslands. This means I have an unobstructed view of the prairie all the time and in all directions. I can sit on my front step, stand in the street, or go a few blocks farther to the edge of town and see a sunset or sunrise any time I want. We often have glorious sunsets. My neighborhood isn’t the best…

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Noodler's has announced changes on certain labels in light of the recent controversy. These include several name changes and some inks being discontinued. I got the list from Noodler's Instagram, and I have this typed out under the cut below.

INKS

Kiowa Peca >>> Pecan

Apache Sunset >>> Southwest Sunset

Ottoman Rose >>> Rose in the Louvre

Navajo Turquoise >>> Mesa Turquoise

Tiananmen is DISCONTINUED

Ottoman Azure >>> Azure

Shah's Rose >>> Pearl Diver Coral

Bernanke Black >>> Brevity Black

Bernanke Blue >>> Brevity Blue

Rome Burning >>> Rome

Q-E'ternity >>> Brevity Blue-Black

Park Red is DISCONTINUED

House Divided is DISCONTINUED

Anti-Fascist Blue >>> X-Feather Blue

Noodler's 1984 Ink is DISCONTINUED

Censor Red >>> Brevity Red

Nikita is TBD

Dragon's Napalm >>> Dragon's Fire

PENS

Apache Tortoise Konrad Flex and Ahab >>> Mesa Tortoise

Cherokee Pearl Ahab >>> Oklahoma

Comanche Ahab >>> Brazos River

Black Crow Ahab >>> Raven

Huron Ahab >>> Lake Champlain

Iroquois Ahab >>> Lake Erie

Navajo Turquoise >>> Mesa Turquoise

Pima Tortoise Ahab >>> Canyon Tortoise

Zuni Ahab >>> Wilderness Twilight

NIBS

Zuni standard flex nib >>> Wilderness Twilight

[jj-baruch]

Legends of Webber Mesa

Northwest of Coventry, across the line into Seelig County, one finds the strange location known as Webber Mesa. The only sign within the distance of the horizon of modern white settlement in the area is a group of roving Arabian oryx, their tawny white coats stark against the reddish-black of the land, that escaped from an attempt at domestication of the beasts in the 1960s. Compared to their far more arid homeland, the region is a veritable paradise with its seasonal rains and scattered scrub. Their curling, twisted horns, if seen without the beast and only one at a time, might well explain later legends of the unicorn so prominent in European myth. But there are stories enough about Webber Mesa not to worry about them.

Rising above a skirt of fallen rubble, the mesa itself is hardly an imposing structure, perhaps 100 feet in height, all banded and colored with different layers of harder rock left behind when the Great Plains were eroding away to their present level, and covering some three square miles at its top. The ascent is marked by a wide, flat, and obviously artificial path of uncertain antiquity. The summit is deceptively smooth when seen from the air or by the few visitors on the ground. Around the edge, one finds a narrow walkway or trail, theories diverge as to its origin, with solid, smooth stone, pallid white against the ochre of the material underneath. Woe unto any who strays too far away from this edge! The stories are many of ranch hands and entire herds lost after making their arduous way up the trail to the crown. For, beneath a thin coating of dust that often swirls with heat vortices, lies a strange layer of material with nigh unto zero friction and sworn by some not to be of this Earth.

Scientists at Coventry University were and still are quite baffled as to the origins of this material, which, up on examination, appears to be an exotic species of buckminsterfullerene unknown in any other natural context and which, indeed, would seem to deny full classification. While the exterior shells of the little spherules are comprised of a lattice of iron, copper, and aluminum, as one might expect, the atom trapped within is a mystery. Analysis shows it to have an absurdly high atomic weight and number, leading some to speculate privately about a “Second Island of Stability” well beyond the range of known elements. None has yet published on the matter, so the question may remain forever unanswered.

Whatever the case, surely this strange composition cannot fully explain the more than supernal horror at mere impending death that infused the final shout of one Thaddeus Spencer (d. 1903), who called out as he was lost, “It’s got me, Dan!” Speculation was rife at the time and, no doubt, would continue to be so if anyone of a modern mindset gave more credence to such legendry as low dunes that shifted and swirled of themselves, or of occasional sightings of what appeared to be a pair of many-tined antlers rising therefrom in the sunset light. Few have dared to stay long enough for a good look and fewer still who have had no look at all believe them.

Native legends are, of course, not believed, though perhaps they should be. The Comanche, when they would speak of the place at all, called it Hweebuur, which may in fact be the origin of the English name, as no one named Webber can be associated with the geologic structure by antiquarian investigators. The meaning is obscure and even the Tribe’s oldest elders admit they do not know the meaning of it.

Their stories tell of a once-great city, fallen to ruin when its people displeased the gods, of a Lord of Obsidian and a Lady of Quicksilver who ruled over the People of Stone. They grew haughty in their wealth and power in a great edifice of brass that surrounded an ever-full spring set amid a courtyard of many pillars. Merchants came from all the world over, as they knew it, to exchange their wares and do homage to the Lord and Lady and People. Jade and feathers from the far south. Maize and beans from the east. Gold and medicines from the west. Furs and hides from the north. Dreams and far stranger things from somewhere known only as “Below.” All that the Lord and Lady and People might desire was brought to them and came to them in the tithe of the traders as they met and assembled in the court of pillars around the only source of water for many, many miles around.

As profits rose, so did prophets, denouncing the debaucheries and cruelties of the Lord of Obsidian and Lady of Quicksilver and People of Stone. Foul treatments did they give to strangers who did not amuse or enrich them as much as they might desire. And these prophets denounced the Lord and Lady and People for seven years. Their hearts were hardened. For seven years, the spring ran dry and the traders came no more. Still, their hearts were hardened and what had formerly been brought to them, they now went out and took by force of arms, heaping cruelty upon cruelty, making their former depredations seem as the blushing sins of youth against those of men and women full grown in evil.

And then the prophets, those who had survived the tortures of the Lord and Lady and the People, left one night. The many-pillared court of brass resounded with triumph, songs of how they had proven themselves mightier than the gods themselves. And on the seventh day of feasting, they were taken. An antlered serpent, miles long with eyes of obsidian and scales of quicksilver and teeth of stone, arose over the mesa and breathed out smoke and fire and dust, melting and burning and burying all. This serpent, called Hweebuur in the telling gathered by an ethnologist of a century ago interested in snake tales, took up residence in the shifting piles of death and destruction, to guard against any who might dare to resurrect the lost splendor of the city that had fallen to its wrath.

Thus does the legend end and none today visits Webber Mesa save the fleet oryxes of distant Arabia in their gamboling search for scrub plants upon which to feast in the craggy outskirts of a place avoided by mankind.

For this and more stories, visit me at https://patreon.com/jjbaruch

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[largemouthbassnation]

Sunset and formation flying over Bull Shoals Lake

Sunset and formation flying over Bull Shoals Lake

Mooney Ovation and Piper Comanche 260. source