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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Don Terry, Lon Chaney Jr. & Noah Beery Jr. in Overland Mail (1942) Blueberry (& friends) by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

The Wild Bunch (1969) directed by Sam Peckinpah Blueberry by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Charlton Heston in Will Penny (1968) Blueberry by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Charlton Heston in Will Penny (1968) Blueberry by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Charlton Heston in Will Penny (1968) Blueberry by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Charlton Heston in Will Penny (1968) Blueberry by Jean Giraud (Moebius)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Happy Birthday to the late Skip Homeier, born George Vincent Homeier 96 years ago today

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 30/12/2024

Greed (1924) directed by Erich von Stroheim Django Unchained (2012) directed by Quentin Tarantino

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 23/03/2025

Sky Masterson, the gambler from the west in Guys and Dolls, was named after Damon Runyon's late friend & mentor Bat Masterson, who was a famous frontier lawman & gambler who moved to New York in his later years & became a prominent sports writer

The "Dodge City Peace Commission" June 10, 1883. (Standing from left) William H. Harris, Luke Short, Bat Masterson, William F. Petillon, (seated from left) Charlie Bassett, Wyatt Earp, Frank McLean, Neil Brown.

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

In Hell Bent (1918), John Ford directly recreated one of Remington's paintings: bsky.app/profile/davi...

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 23/01/2025

“I prefer the old masters, by which I mean John Ford, John Ford, and John Ford.” -Orson Welles Hell Bent (1918), directed by John Ford Citizen Kane (1941), directed by Orson Welles

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Happy Birthday to the late Charlton Heston, born John Charles Carter 103 years ago today

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Happy Birthday to the great Buster Keaton, born Joseph Frank Keaton 131 years ago today

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Happy Birthday to Damon Runyon, born Alfred Damon Runyan 146 years ago today

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Happy Birthday to Frederic Sackrider Remington, born 165 years ago today

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Mad Magazine's 1955 parody of Vera Cruz Story by Harvey Kurtzman, art by Jack Davis (1/3)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

The conclusion of Varmint! Written by the great Harvey Kurtzman, drawn by the great John Severin (2/2)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Varmint! from the first issue of Mad (when it was in comic book form) from 1952. Written by the great Harvey Kurtzman, drawn by the great John Severin (1/2)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

"Cowboy!" (2/2)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

Mad (in its early comic book form) compares Western movies to the actual Old West in "Cowboy!" from issue #20, Feb. 1955. Written by Harvey Kurtzman, artwork by Jack Davis (1/2)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

The conclusion of Pot-Shot Pete's first 5-page story, from John Wayne Adventures issue 5 (1950), written & drawn by Harvey Kurtzman.

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Here's Pot-Shot Pete's first 5-page story, from John Wayne Adventures issue 5 (1950), written & drawn by Harvey Kurtzman. It contains the first appearance of Alfred L. Neuman, who would morph into Alfred E. Neuman after John Putnam said E sounds better & Kurtzman agreed (1/2)

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Happy Birthday to the late great Harvey Kurtzman, born 102 years ago today.

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

Mail Order Bride makes reference to Kate's Place, the brothel in Ride the High Country & the wedding dresses & hairstyles on Marriette Hartley & Lois Nettleton are almost identical...

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

First up are the opening credits:

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

Burt Kennedy's Mail Order Bride (1964) borrows numerous scenes & visuals (& Warren Oates) from Sam Peckinpah's Ride the High Country (1962). A 🧵:

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The Scarecrow (1920), directed by Buster Keaton & Edward F. Cline The Ballad of Cable Hogue (1970), directed by Sam Peckinpah

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Here's a young Sam Peckinpah playing a bit part as a bank teller opposite Joel McCrea in Jacques Tourneur's Wichita (1955). I think you'll agree that Peckinpah's performance is nuanced & riveting, just like his films

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

A ghost story from Samuel Chamberlain's My Confession: Recollection of a Rogue, the historical* basis for Blood Meridian *historians debate the veracity of many of Chamberlain's claims

My other adventure in the Zacatecas pass happened in broad daylight, and was more than my philosophy could account for. I was on the outpost one afternoon, the sun a good hour high, the air clear and calm. I was in good health, with excellent digestion, had not been on a spree for a month and I had drunk but little muscal that day. I could see for miles in my front, and the ground was so dry and parched that the jump of a Rabbit a mile off could be told by the dust. I was thinking of nothing in particular when I caught sight of an object moving on the plain about two miles off. It was moving at right angles to the road, and seem'd to be moving at a slow walk. I thought it must be some Ranger who had lost his horse while on a scout and was making his way to camp on foot.

I started down to meet it, when the fact that the advancing figure raised no dust caused me to hesitate in wonder. On it came, until I could make out a figure of a man, or what resembled a well-got-up scarecrow broke loose from some Yankee cornfield and taking a promenade out in Mexico for the fun of the thing. Its method of locomotion was peculiarly its own; it revolved like a top in a most unaccountable and mysterious manner.

My steed showed symptoms of affright, pawing and snorting, and tried to bolt with me. I slung my Carbine and waited, my predominating feeling being that of curiosity. It appeared to be a man dressed in the stereotype stage costume of an English clod-hopper, a slate-colored smock frock, knee breeches, hob-nail shoes, and a slouch felt hat. Its hair was long and tow colored, and the face! No tongue can describe the awful ghastliness of the features, and the terrible despair that glared from its stony eyes. It was horrible, unearthly!

I rubbed my eyes to see if I was really awake and when the thing was within a few yards of me I hailed it, but in silence on it came, whirling and twisting around, its long hair and arms flopping, and its legs twisting around each other. It seem'd all smashed up, every limb out of joint, the head twisted over the shoulder. I could stand it no longer but gave rein to my frightened horse who dashed off for the reserve.

Shame made me rein up and look behind. The phenomenon was moving on in the same slow, silent, mysterious manner. I got desperate and driving spurs into my horse charged down to within ten yards, and after ordering it to halt, I fired on it. Though I was satisfied my shot passed through it, it produced no effect. I tried to run it down, but I could not urge my horse near it. I rode round and round it, firing on it as fast as I could load, and shouting with sheer affright. The galloping of horses on the road toward the pass drew my attention in that direction, and to my great joy Sergeant Gorman and ten men of the reserve rode up at speed.

"What in the d-1 have you got there, Jack?" cried out the Sergeant.

"The old boy himself, I believe!" I replied as I gave it another shot.

Gorman exclaimed, "Hold all! It's an old friend, Tim McCarty from the old country!" and tried to ride up to it.

Holding out his hand, he said, "Tim, my boy, how are ye, how came ye out here, and what in the d--1 do you mean by twisting about in that ridiculous manner for?" but Tim or whatever it was made no reply but kept on its vortical and erratic way.

Gorman caught one look from the thing's fearful eyes, turned pale, and yelled out, "A ghost! A ghost!" and went off at a run followed by all but four.

We laid several plans to bring the thing to terms. We formed about one hundred yards off and charged down on it, but our horses, that would dash on a line of bayonets, would wheel when within a few yards. We tied our lassos together and with a horse-

man at each end rode around it and pulled the rope tight, which passed through the figure without disturbing it in the least. We fired volleys again and again into it. The bullets would pass through, knocking up the dust on the plain beyond. Finally, get-ting desperate, Jack Decker (Happy Jack of Company A) and myself dismounted and dashed on it with our Sabres. Our blades passed through and through the object, while Happy Jack, who closed with the figure, was whirled off his feet and thrown to the ground.

It had now reached the foot of a high craggy mountain, which it ascended, moaning on in the same manner until a distant peak hid the horrid thing from our sight. We looked in each other's faces with fear and amazement, and our unanimous belief was that we had seen some being of another world.

We all went back to the reserve and found the Sergeant quite sick from his scare. He insisted that it was the ghost of Tim McCarty, come to warn him of his approaching death. I tried to reason him out of this absurd idea, saying that if it was a warning to anyone it must be me as it came to me first, but Gorman shook his head and replied, "Whist, Jack, what does Tim McCarty know about you?" Superstition so worked on his mind that our strange vision came near being the cause of his death for before morning he was in a critical condition.

We had no outpost that night! Two men were placed on the road, while the rest hovered over our fire and related fearful tales of the supernatural, glancing over our shoulders as if some horrid apparition stood behind us.

Next day on our return to the ranch the ghost story was told and reached the ears of our officers, and we were separately examined by them, but we all agreed on the main points. Yet Lieutenant Buford swore we were all drunk, that the ghost was the effect of too deep potations of muscal, and Sergeant Gorman was reduced to the ranks for seeing a Ghost. The canteens of the Picket Guards

were closely inspected after this, and all strong liquors confiscated, and we were troubled no more by whirling, twisting ghosts of Tim McCartys in the Zacatecas pass.

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Westerns & the Old West @davidlambertart.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Only 2 of Riddle Gawne's 5 reels survive at the Library of Congress. The film was too gritty for 1918 Chicago, where it was censored for showing William S. Hart shoot a man in the back, multiple allusions to prostitution, and, worst of all, depicting a woman at a bar...