Image by ♥Denise A. Wells♥ via FlickrSipokni West Haunted Ghost Town is this Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Don't miss this frightly frenzy of heart stopping fun at Sipokni West this Halloween season.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Pennywise's Cousin Penniless At Sipokni Haunted Woods
Image by ♥Denise A. Wells♥ via FlickrSipokni West Haunted Ghost Town is this Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Don't miss this frightly frenzy of heart stopping fun at Sipokni West this Halloween season.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Guns Of Sipokni Ride For Ft. Washita
Oklahoma lost one of it's historic treasures with the burning of Fort Washita near Tishomingo, Oklahoma. Now, an effort to raise money to resurrect Fort Washita is underway, and the Guns will be playing a role in filling the donation bucket.
On November 13th, the Guns of Sipokni will be doing one of their crowd favorite gunfights, and we are taking our Territorial Jail to lock up all the outlaws attending.
Please join us in this worthwhile effort. We'll have fun while shooting it out and be sure and designate someone for us to lock up. We'll raise money for Fort Washita setting bail on these outlaws.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Big Day At Sipokni West
We hope everyone made it today because it was a grand old time at Sipokni West.
An entourage of Model T car buffs made their way to Sipokni West and stayed to share the chuck wagon offerings and watch the Guns of Sipokni shoot it out.
Here's a slideshow if you missed today's fun.
Big Day
An entourage of Model T car buffs made their way to Sipokni West and stayed to share the chuck wagon offerings and watch the Guns of Sipokni shoot it out.
Here's a slideshow if you missed today's fun.
Big Day
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Guns Ride To School Fair
The Guns of Sipokni rode to Sulphur this Saturday to take part in the Sulphur Elementary School Fair. The school fair was to raise money for activities within the elementary classes such as field trips and other school activities.
John and Tammy Howard, their daughter Jamie, Sherry Adams, Coyote and Badlands worked the Sipokni West Territorial Jail. My goodness, we never new Sulphur had so many outlaws! We must have locked up over 400 people and there were more waiting when we had to shut things down.
John and Tammy Howard, their daughter Jamie, Sherry Adams, Coyote and Badlands worked the Sipokni West Territorial Jail. My goodness, we never new Sulphur had so many outlaws! We must have locked up over 400 people and there were more waiting when we had to shut things down.
As an added bonus, we were able to throw the notorious woman outlaw duo, Mercy and Missy, better known as the Arbuckle Mountain girls, in the cooler. Those two are bad news now.
All in all, we had a great time and it was for a great effort. The Guns are proud to have been part of the festivities.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Haunted Ghost Town For Halloween
Image via WikipediaThis year, our celebration of the witching season will be Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, October 28th through October 30th.
If the haunted ghost town isn't enough to scare you out of your wits, then we invite you to give our haunted woods a go... that is, if you are brave enough. However, we must caution that if you do chance our haunted woods, you may not come out with all of your sanity intact. In the haunted woods, you never know what new horror you'll find lurking around the many bends and turns in this deep and dark setting.
Spectres and goblins from the old west past such as Pancho Killa, "Bat" Masterson, The Lone Reaper, and Death Dealer will all be on hand to test your backbone and tingle your spine.
For more information call Witch Wanda at 580-384-8344.
Have a howling good time.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Model T Car Show Coming
A Model T car gathering will take place at Sipokni West on October 16th, from 10:00 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Car enthusiasts are encouraged to attend. There will be gunfights, live music, and much, much more. The Cowboy Cafe will also be open so make your plans now.
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Pardon For Billy?
The current governor of New Mexico, Bill Richardson, is grappling with the issue of whether to grant Billy the Kid a pardon he was reportedly promised by Governor Lew Wallace is 1881.
The family of Pat Garrett, the man who history says shot Billy down, is opposing the pardon along with other opponents of the pardon.
Pat Garrett was reported to shoot Billy the Kid from the darkness, however others say that simply didn't happen and Billy escaped to go to live as Brushy Bill Roberts living in Texas.
Whether the pardon is granted or not, Billy the Kid has been assumed dead for 129 years, but his legend continues to live on.
Monday, July 12, 2010
This Photo Needs A Caption
Okay pardners... this photograph needs a caption so leave yours in our comment section. Thanks pards from all of us at Sipokni West Old West Movie Town.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Contraptions Come To Sipokni West
This past Saturday, the townsfolk of Sipokni West got quite a surprise when a herd of whangy dang contraptions came rolling into town. One after another, they just kept puttering along Front Street and then came to a stop at the Cattle Drive Saloon.
Elwood was the first to spot the contraptions that moved on their own without a horse! Elwood went running down Front Street hollering for Pearly Sue to fetch his shotgun.
As a crowd grew in the middle of the street one resident suggested that these whangy dangs were the horseless carriages we'd heard of for some time now. They say these things are popular back east but here at Sipokni we still favor the horse and wagon.
Good thing Marshall Stout and Mayor Johnny were on hand to get the crowd under control. Turns out that this group of guys and gals had been to Sipokni before and are simply antique car buffs.
The antique car guys and gals hung around town for awhile and had lunch at the Cowboy Cafe before getting back in their whangy dangs and taking off again.
As always, it was good seeing them again and hope to see them next year.
Elwood was the first to spot the contraptions that moved on their own without a horse! Elwood went running down Front Street hollering for Pearly Sue to fetch his shotgun.
As a crowd grew in the middle of the street one resident suggested that these whangy dangs were the horseless carriages we'd heard of for some time now. They say these things are popular back east but here at Sipokni we still favor the horse and wagon.
Good thing Marshall Stout and Mayor Johnny were on hand to get the crowd under control. Turns out that this group of guys and gals had been to Sipokni before and are simply antique car buffs.
The antique car guys and gals hung around town for awhile and had lunch at the Cowboy Cafe before getting back in their whangy dangs and taking off again.
As always, it was good seeing them again and hope to see them next year.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Shortround And Coyote Ride West
Saturday, Shortround and the Coyote saddled up and rode west to take part in the Campfire Storytellers program at the Chickasaw National Recreation Area.
Along the trail, they stopped and picked up the Little Coyote and she attended the festivities also riding the hay wagon with grandma Coyote.
Shortround was part of the program and told three stories in rhyming fashion including, My Pony Threw Me, Pokey, and Prairie Winds. Storytellers included folk from the Territory Tellers organization, the Chickasaw Nation, the Chickasaw National Recreation Area, and local talent.
Many thanks from Sipokni West to Shelley at the Chamber, along with Ron Parker of the Chickasaw National Recreation Area, who was the most gracious host.
Along the trail, they stopped and picked up the Little Coyote and she attended the festivities also riding the hay wagon with grandma Coyote.
Shortround was part of the program and told three stories in rhyming fashion including, My Pony Threw Me, Pokey, and Prairie Winds. Storytellers included folk from the Territory Tellers organization, the Chickasaw Nation, the Chickasaw National Recreation Area, and local talent.
Many thanks from Sipokni West to Shelley at the Chamber, along with Ron Parker of the Chickasaw National Recreation Area, who was the most gracious host.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Big Night At Sipokni West
Sipokni West entertained one of the nicest groups of young people we've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Along with the kids, were counselors and friends.
The Guns of Sipokni performed the gunfight "Even Steven", while Roger, Roy, Harold, and David provide good country and western music.
David Allen also performed a historical accounting of a territorial marshall.
The kids were treated to a chuckwagon feed and tour of the town.
It was a lot of fun for all.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Gunfighters For Hire
Ya know somebody gettin' hitched and you wanna give them a real surprise right before they say "I do", or maybe right after they wished they wouldn't of said "I do"? Hey, it don't matter to us... we'll arrest em either way and throw em in our Territorial Jail on wheels.
Havin' a company party and want the boss locked up cause he ain't give you no pay raise? We'll lock him up to.
The Guns of Sipokni are for hire. We're loaded... in more ways than one.
We do have a Territorial Jail we roll around with us and a number of gunfight skits for your entertainment.
If ya wanna book a performance then send us a telegraph.
Hopalong Still Hopping Along
Well folks, the latest word from Sipokni West town doctor Dr. Rigor Mortis is that Johnny "Hopalong" Shackleford is going to be hopping-a-long for some time to come. Doc did some saw-boning on Johnny but he's gonna be laid up until about the first part of July. Hopefully, he'll feel good enough by then to pop some firecrackers or something.
Nothing worse than a cowboy being laid up. Oh sure, he's gettin' plenty of attention from that southern belle Miss Cheryl but it just ain't the same.
Hobbled-up cowboys just ain't how the west was won.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
More Movie Pics
Here are some more images from Gary Walkers latest film project being shot at Sipokni West.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Saga Of Carson Blue
Days Of Youth
His name was Carson Blue. Carson would become remembered, in the record of territorial history, owing to a decision of his father and mother.
Carson was born in early 1853. His father would eventually become a confederate officer, and his mother the proud wife of a confederate officer, whose life was dedicated to his support. After the civil war ended in 1865, the Blue’s decided to move westward, leaving the tragedy and memories of the war behind.
The family settled in the south of Indian Territory close to the then settlement of Sipokni West. The elder Blue laid stakes, and claim… whether legal or not, to a patch of land near a pristine clear running creek, name unknown to the Blue’s.
The family would frequent the settlement of Sipokni West, which was quickly growing and soon would become an official township. At Sipokni the family would visit the general store where Carson would always be treated to his choice of hard candy. The feed store was the most visited business at Sipokni, where the Blue’s would load up on stores for their livestock, which was their livelihood at the time.
Just down the road from the Blue homestead was a family known as the Loubet`s. Andre Loubet` came to America with his young wife when they were both mere children. He would take up livelihood as a fur trader in the north. Quickly making a good amount of money they decided to move south to a more favorable climate, and start a ranching operation. Andre and his wife had one child… a daughter named Simone.
Simone was a beautiful lass with raven hair and soft brown eyes. Beautiful at anytime, she was especially pretty in the spring, clad in a simple print dress; running barefoot through the grass; raven hair flowing through the air; a turn and tilt of her head showing a perfect and inviting smile.
Carson had noticed that smile, but being somewhat awkward and bashful at the time, stood afar to take in the beauty directly in front of him. But, the day would come that Carson and Simone would cross paths, and as they did… a look at each other made connection… and they both knew, somehow, the course they wished to take for the rest of their lives.
The courtship started as any innocent courtship would; a simple walk together through the woods; the almost accidental brushing of an arm; the extended hand that was clasped by that of the other; and finally… the tenderness of a soft kiss. Although their passions grew… they held in check the fire they felt for the day they would become wed.
Carson was nearing manhood and had plans on what he was to do in life. Many times he would take Simone by the hand and lead her to the creek bank to share his vision of their future. “Simone, I’m going to join the Calvary to get a record established as a man who can handle himself with situations,” said Carson as he held Simone’s hands. “But, you’ll be leaving me Carson, you’ll be leaving us,” replied Simone, with ever searching eyes. This conversation would take place several times but finally Carson convinced Simone that a few years away from one another would be best for their future.
Carson would join the 4th U.S. Calvary Regiment at Ft. Sam Houston, Texas. The 4th was actively involved in the Indian Wars of the time. His regiment would eventually move to Ft. Clark, Texas near the Mexican border where they would launch campaigns against the Kickapoo and Apache tribes; both staging in Mexico, in hopes of reclaiming the lands they considered being of the tribes and owning completely free of the white man’s claims.
In the spring of 1873, Carson was part of a campaign that crossed the Rio Grande and within two days defeated the Kickapoo and Apaches. The remaining members of the tribes were then escorted to Indian Territory.
Carson would soon muster out of the army and return to his homestead. During his four years with the Calvary he became an excellent horseman and was noted for his weaponry skills. His commanding officer noted in Carson’s record that if he had to choose a marksman… it would be Carson Blue.
The trail back to his homestead was a long one. As he crossed the Red River, Carson knew he was only a two-day ride from his beloved Simone. Carson’s father and mother had both died while he was serving in the Calvary. Like so many others, they had succumbed to one of the dread diseases of the day. The good townsfolk of Sipokni made arrangements and buried the Blue’s in Carson’s absence. They were interned on the family homestead.
The death of his parent’s altered Carson’s plans to become an agent for the railroad. He now had a spread to take care of and see to an established cattle operation. But, this seemed fine with Carson… he and Simone could have a good life living as ranchers and farmers.
As he came closer and closer to his home he knew he would first pass Simone’s home and was bursting to lay eyes upon his love once more. However, what Carson didn’t know is that he would arrive at an empty house.
About six months prior, Simone’s father received a telegram from Missouri. His older brother had passed and left a rather large cattle operation in the south of Missouri to Andre. Andre had no choice but to pack his belongings and family and move to run the enterprising cattle ranch.
Upon learning the news from her father, Simone became panicked… knowing she might never see Carson again. Her first order of business was to write Carson a letter telling him of her father’s decision and giving details of where the ranch was in Missouri. She went as far as telling Carson of the closest town to the Missouri ranch and in her last sentence she wrote, “I will check the mail dispatch daily… in high hopes of reading your words of love for me.” Simone took the letter to Mr. Jacobs, the telegraph operator and entrusted it in his care. Mr. Jacobs assured Simone he would deliver the letter personally to Carson upon his return. But, Mr. Jacobs would die three months after Simone’s departure to Missouri, and her letter would remain tucked away in a nook in the telegraph office. Her words to Carson would remain unknown to him. The fact the letter was not delivered to Carson upon his return… would remain unknown to Simone.
Carson’s heart sank when he learned that Simone had moved, and he went directly to the townsfolk of Sipokni asking for any information of her whereabouts. The best anyone could tell him was that the family had moved six months prior headed for Missouri. Carson continued to ask questions, primarily if Simone had left a note, a message, perhaps a sealed letter? But only Mr. Jacobs knew that information, and he took that knowledge to the grave with him.
The days would turn into weeks for Carson, and sometimes the weeks seemed like years, for Simone was constantly on his mind. He walked around half-hearted; moved like a broken-spirit horse; a shell of a young life that ordinarily should be full of vim and vigor.
Some say the only thing that kept Carson from going mad at this time was his friendship with a man known as Little Bill Putman. Putman was also a Calvary man, about ten years older that Carson. Putman had made more of a career of the army than Carson, dedicating ten years. Like Carson, Putman was known as a crack-shot and considered one of the premier marksmen of the 4th Calvary.
Putman was mute, not as a result of birth or defect, but rather from the hands of the Apache. Early in the Indian Wars, he was dispatched as a scout and taken hostage by a band of Apache. The Apache warriors wanted to send a message to the army so they cut out most of Putman’s tongue; then tied him to his horse, and slapped the beast on the quarters. He barely survived and forever lost his ability to talk. However, Carson and he developed their own form of communication and it was most remarkable how the two of them could talk with one another. Their exchanges could be something as simple as raised eyebrow, squinted eyes, nod of the head, curled upper lip, a look-away, or gesture of the hand. Only the two of them knew what was being said.
Little Bill had established a significant cattle operation further south near the Washita River, running approximately one hundred head of beeves. Putman’s ranch was near the Western Shawnee Trail, and quite often a cattle drive outfit would buy his cattle adding them to their herd as they drove to the railheads of Missouri and Kansas. It was a perfect situation for Putman as he turned his beeves quite often.
Two months would pass since Carson’s return, when a turn of fate came about. A young man looking to start a new enterprise in Sipokni purchased the telegraph office once operated by Mr. Jacobs. While cleaning the office the young man came across the letter Simone had left for Carson. Quickly summoning a boy, who would serve as a runner, shiny coins was placed in the young lad’s hand and he was enlisted to deliver Simone’s letter to Carson.
The boy wasted no time in his dispatch, thrashing through the woods, untangling himself in the thorny vines, ignoring the rips and tears in his pants, all in hopes of receiving another commission for his speedy delivery. He handed the letter to Carson at the front door of Carson’s log home. The boy was panting; his mouth like cotton; and he sit straight down on the ground. Carson ladled cool water from a bucket at the doorway, handing it to the boy.
The boy sat silently as he watched Carson open the letter to read. Then, he saw Carson slump against the front wall of his cabin; slowly sliding to the ground himself; clasped hands coming up to his face; with a minute of reflection and understanding following.
Suddenly Carson looked up at the boy and said, “Wait right there, I’ll have a paying chore for you.” Ducking inside the cabin, Carson returned with paper and ink and penned a quick letter to Simone explaining the events the best he could. In his letter to Simone… Carson told her he knew it had been a good amount of time since she’d heard from him but he hoped that her love was strong enough to endure.
The letter was sealed and addressed in care of the mail dispatch at Jericho Springs. He opened the hand of the boy placing the letter in his palm and said, “Tell the driver to run the horses hard. Tell him to make miles pass like a yard.” Coins was placed in the boys other hand and he was off and running.
A month passed and still Carson had not heard from Simone. Although he was considered a patient man, his patience had limits. What Carson didn’t know was when the stage dispatch reached the Canadian River it was ambushed by a trio of marauders. Two bullets in the drivers back and the contents of the stage were ransacked… including Carson’s letter to Simone. The letter laid in the sands of the river where his expressed love for Simone would die. Simone would never have the opportunity to reply to Carson’s letter nor would she ever have the opportunity to read his tender words of love. How can one say they still love when never asked the question? Carson would never learn of the ambush and his letter’s failure to reach Simone. How can one expect a sentiment of continued love when the question is never asked?
On the sands of the Canadian many dreams lay together including Carson’s lost love letter. A chance of lifetime love, possibly taken away forever… by marauders that couldn’t even read the letters they took from other’s hopes.
Next: The Search For Simone
His name was Carson Blue. Carson would become remembered, in the record of territorial history, owing to a decision of his father and mother.
Carson was born in early 1853. His father would eventually become a confederate officer, and his mother the proud wife of a confederate officer, whose life was dedicated to his support. After the civil war ended in 1865, the Blue’s decided to move westward, leaving the tragedy and memories of the war behind.
The family settled in the south of Indian Territory close to the then settlement of Sipokni West. The elder Blue laid stakes, and claim… whether legal or not, to a patch of land near a pristine clear running creek, name unknown to the Blue’s.
The family would frequent the settlement of Sipokni West, which was quickly growing and soon would become an official township. At Sipokni the family would visit the general store where Carson would always be treated to his choice of hard candy. The feed store was the most visited business at Sipokni, where the Blue’s would load up on stores for their livestock, which was their livelihood at the time.
Just down the road from the Blue homestead was a family known as the Loubet`s. Andre Loubet` came to America with his young wife when they were both mere children. He would take up livelihood as a fur trader in the north. Quickly making a good amount of money they decided to move south to a more favorable climate, and start a ranching operation. Andre and his wife had one child… a daughter named Simone.
Simone was a beautiful lass with raven hair and soft brown eyes. Beautiful at anytime, she was especially pretty in the spring, clad in a simple print dress; running barefoot through the grass; raven hair flowing through the air; a turn and tilt of her head showing a perfect and inviting smile.
Carson had noticed that smile, but being somewhat awkward and bashful at the time, stood afar to take in the beauty directly in front of him. But, the day would come that Carson and Simone would cross paths, and as they did… a look at each other made connection… and they both knew, somehow, the course they wished to take for the rest of their lives.
The courtship started as any innocent courtship would; a simple walk together through the woods; the almost accidental brushing of an arm; the extended hand that was clasped by that of the other; and finally… the tenderness of a soft kiss. Although their passions grew… they held in check the fire they felt for the day they would become wed.
Carson was nearing manhood and had plans on what he was to do in life. Many times he would take Simone by the hand and lead her to the creek bank to share his vision of their future. “Simone, I’m going to join the Calvary to get a record established as a man who can handle himself with situations,” said Carson as he held Simone’s hands. “But, you’ll be leaving me Carson, you’ll be leaving us,” replied Simone, with ever searching eyes. This conversation would take place several times but finally Carson convinced Simone that a few years away from one another would be best for their future.
Carson would join the 4th U.S. Calvary Regiment at Ft. Sam Houston, Texas. The 4th was actively involved in the Indian Wars of the time. His regiment would eventually move to Ft. Clark, Texas near the Mexican border where they would launch campaigns against the Kickapoo and Apache tribes; both staging in Mexico, in hopes of reclaiming the lands they considered being of the tribes and owning completely free of the white man’s claims.
In the spring of 1873, Carson was part of a campaign that crossed the Rio Grande and within two days defeated the Kickapoo and Apaches. The remaining members of the tribes were then escorted to Indian Territory.
Carson would soon muster out of the army and return to his homestead. During his four years with the Calvary he became an excellent horseman and was noted for his weaponry skills. His commanding officer noted in Carson’s record that if he had to choose a marksman… it would be Carson Blue.
The trail back to his homestead was a long one. As he crossed the Red River, Carson knew he was only a two-day ride from his beloved Simone. Carson’s father and mother had both died while he was serving in the Calvary. Like so many others, they had succumbed to one of the dread diseases of the day. The good townsfolk of Sipokni made arrangements and buried the Blue’s in Carson’s absence. They were interned on the family homestead.
The death of his parent’s altered Carson’s plans to become an agent for the railroad. He now had a spread to take care of and see to an established cattle operation. But, this seemed fine with Carson… he and Simone could have a good life living as ranchers and farmers.
As he came closer and closer to his home he knew he would first pass Simone’s home and was bursting to lay eyes upon his love once more. However, what Carson didn’t know is that he would arrive at an empty house.
About six months prior, Simone’s father received a telegram from Missouri. His older brother had passed and left a rather large cattle operation in the south of Missouri to Andre. Andre had no choice but to pack his belongings and family and move to run the enterprising cattle ranch.
Upon learning the news from her father, Simone became panicked… knowing she might never see Carson again. Her first order of business was to write Carson a letter telling him of her father’s decision and giving details of where the ranch was in Missouri. She went as far as telling Carson of the closest town to the Missouri ranch and in her last sentence she wrote, “I will check the mail dispatch daily… in high hopes of reading your words of love for me.” Simone took the letter to Mr. Jacobs, the telegraph operator and entrusted it in his care. Mr. Jacobs assured Simone he would deliver the letter personally to Carson upon his return. But, Mr. Jacobs would die three months after Simone’s departure to Missouri, and her letter would remain tucked away in a nook in the telegraph office. Her words to Carson would remain unknown to him. The fact the letter was not delivered to Carson upon his return… would remain unknown to Simone.
Carson’s heart sank when he learned that Simone had moved, and he went directly to the townsfolk of Sipokni asking for any information of her whereabouts. The best anyone could tell him was that the family had moved six months prior headed for Missouri. Carson continued to ask questions, primarily if Simone had left a note, a message, perhaps a sealed letter? But only Mr. Jacobs knew that information, and he took that knowledge to the grave with him.
The days would turn into weeks for Carson, and sometimes the weeks seemed like years, for Simone was constantly on his mind. He walked around half-hearted; moved like a broken-spirit horse; a shell of a young life that ordinarily should be full of vim and vigor.
Some say the only thing that kept Carson from going mad at this time was his friendship with a man known as Little Bill Putman. Putman was also a Calvary man, about ten years older that Carson. Putman had made more of a career of the army than Carson, dedicating ten years. Like Carson, Putman was known as a crack-shot and considered one of the premier marksmen of the 4th Calvary.
Putman was mute, not as a result of birth or defect, but rather from the hands of the Apache. Early in the Indian Wars, he was dispatched as a scout and taken hostage by a band of Apache. The Apache warriors wanted to send a message to the army so they cut out most of Putman’s tongue; then tied him to his horse, and slapped the beast on the quarters. He barely survived and forever lost his ability to talk. However, Carson and he developed their own form of communication and it was most remarkable how the two of them could talk with one another. Their exchanges could be something as simple as raised eyebrow, squinted eyes, nod of the head, curled upper lip, a look-away, or gesture of the hand. Only the two of them knew what was being said.
Little Bill had established a significant cattle operation further south near the Washita River, running approximately one hundred head of beeves. Putman’s ranch was near the Western Shawnee Trail, and quite often a cattle drive outfit would buy his cattle adding them to their herd as they drove to the railheads of Missouri and Kansas. It was a perfect situation for Putman as he turned his beeves quite often.
Two months would pass since Carson’s return, when a turn of fate came about. A young man looking to start a new enterprise in Sipokni purchased the telegraph office once operated by Mr. Jacobs. While cleaning the office the young man came across the letter Simone had left for Carson. Quickly summoning a boy, who would serve as a runner, shiny coins was placed in the young lad’s hand and he was enlisted to deliver Simone’s letter to Carson.
The boy wasted no time in his dispatch, thrashing through the woods, untangling himself in the thorny vines, ignoring the rips and tears in his pants, all in hopes of receiving another commission for his speedy delivery. He handed the letter to Carson at the front door of Carson’s log home. The boy was panting; his mouth like cotton; and he sit straight down on the ground. Carson ladled cool water from a bucket at the doorway, handing it to the boy.
The boy sat silently as he watched Carson open the letter to read. Then, he saw Carson slump against the front wall of his cabin; slowly sliding to the ground himself; clasped hands coming up to his face; with a minute of reflection and understanding following.
Suddenly Carson looked up at the boy and said, “Wait right there, I’ll have a paying chore for you.” Ducking inside the cabin, Carson returned with paper and ink and penned a quick letter to Simone explaining the events the best he could. In his letter to Simone… Carson told her he knew it had been a good amount of time since she’d heard from him but he hoped that her love was strong enough to endure.
The letter was sealed and addressed in care of the mail dispatch at Jericho Springs. He opened the hand of the boy placing the letter in his palm and said, “Tell the driver to run the horses hard. Tell him to make miles pass like a yard.” Coins was placed in the boys other hand and he was off and running.
A month passed and still Carson had not heard from Simone. Although he was considered a patient man, his patience had limits. What Carson didn’t know was when the stage dispatch reached the Canadian River it was ambushed by a trio of marauders. Two bullets in the drivers back and the contents of the stage were ransacked… including Carson’s letter to Simone. The letter laid in the sands of the river where his expressed love for Simone would die. Simone would never have the opportunity to reply to Carson’s letter nor would she ever have the opportunity to read his tender words of love. How can one say they still love when never asked the question? Carson would never learn of the ambush and his letter’s failure to reach Simone. How can one expect a sentiment of continued love when the question is never asked?
On the sands of the Canadian many dreams lay together including Carson’s lost love letter. A chance of lifetime love, possibly taken away forever… by marauders that couldn’t even read the letters they took from other’s hopes.
Next: The Search For Simone
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A New Western Movie Production
Currently at Sipokni West Old West Movie Town, there is a new Western being produced for possible DVD distribution. The film entitled "Government Agent", is the work of film producer Gary Walker of Durant, Oklahoma. Gary is both the screenplay writer and film producer of this project.
Based on a true story and set just a few years after statehood, the film depicts the events of the bank robbery of the Bank of the Chickasaws in Tishomingo, Oklahoma, and the effort of government agent Luke Masters to track the bandits and bring them to justice... or kill them in the trying.
Walker has plans to present this project at an Oklahoma film festival in August and afterwards possible DVD distribution may take place.
The storyline is simple, true to the point, and the film offers not only suspense, but also pistol-packed action, and surprise.
Based on a true story and set just a few years after statehood, the film depicts the events of the bank robbery of the Bank of the Chickasaws in Tishomingo, Oklahoma, and the effort of government agent Luke Masters to track the bandits and bring them to justice... or kill them in the trying.
Walker has plans to present this project at an Oklahoma film festival in August and afterwards possible DVD distribution may take place.
The storyline is simple, true to the point, and the film offers not only suspense, but also pistol-packed action, and surprise.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Guns Of Sipokni
The Guns of Sipokni
Gunfighters With A Sense Of Humor
The Guns of Sipokni are a group of men and women dedicated to celebrating the rich history, heritage, and spirit of the old west in territorial days.
Although the Guns are best known for their sense of humor in their gunfights they are also very adapt at portraying living history events.
The Guns of Sipokni perform regulary at the Cowboy Cafe for special performances, private parties, weddings, company parties and family reunions. To book one of their performances contact the cousie Wanda Sue at 580-384-5491.
We invite you to meet all the Guns by visiting their personal bio page offered below.
And lastly, keep abreast of the latest happenings at Sipokni West and the Guns by visiting their blog.
The Guns of Sipokni have been touted as the "Best Gunfighting Group In Oklahoma." Once you see one of their shows you will see the humanization they put in their performances.
What the Oklahoma Educational Television Associations says about the Guns of Sipokni.
"They're not your run of the mill festival perfomers. They have attitude, drama, and guns. A special perfomance troupe."
Our WHOA Program
WHOA
Western Heritage Orientation and Academics
As a part of the effort to preserve western heritage, Sipokni West is proud tp announce the educational program WHOA. WHOA is short for Western Heritage Orientation and Academics program. The goal of this program is to teach the history and values of western heritage to all school age groups.
The Western Heritage Orientation and Academics program is a half day offering presented at Sipokni West Old West Movie Town, in Reagan, Oklahoma. Interested educators and organizations should contact the town Mayor Johnny Shackleford.
The WHOA program includes instruction on the following.
The History of the Era of the Great Cattle Drives
The Profile of the Chuckwagon Cook
A Dutch Oven Cooking lesson that is hands on for some of the students
Gun Safety Program
The story of Marshall Lindsay Shelton
Cowboy Poetry
Cattle Drive Music
Live Gunfight
WHOA also includes a complete tour of Sipokni West, a visit to the trading post, and chuck from the Cowboy Cafe.
Western Heritage Orientation and Academics
As a part of the effort to preserve western heritage, Sipokni West is proud tp announce the educational program WHOA. WHOA is short for Western Heritage Orientation and Academics program. The goal of this program is to teach the history and values of western heritage to all school age groups.
The Western Heritage Orientation and Academics program is a half day offering presented at Sipokni West Old West Movie Town, in Reagan, Oklahoma. Interested educators and organizations should contact the town Mayor Johnny Shackleford.
The WHOA program includes instruction on the following.
The History of the Era of the Great Cattle Drives
The Profile of the Chuckwagon Cook
A Dutch Oven Cooking lesson that is hands on for some of the students
Gun Safety Program
The story of Marshall Lindsay Shelton
Cowboy Poetry
Cattle Drive Music
Live Gunfight
WHOA also includes a complete tour of Sipokni West, a visit to the trading post, and chuck from the Cowboy Cafe.
Cowboy Cafe And Cattle Drive Saloon
The Cowboy Cafe is a fully equipped restaurant decorated as an 1880's old west saloon. The Cowboy Cafe is the perfect place for your private function, company party, family reunion or wedding reception. Seating capacity is around forty or a few more.
The Cowboy Cafe is open Thursdays from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m., Friday's from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m., and Saturdays from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. Reservations for private parties are available on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
At the Cowboy Cafe you can get everything from Burgers to Chicken Fried Steaks, Nacho Supremes to Grilled Chicken Salad to good ole Beans and Cornbread.
To reserve the Cowboy Cafe for private parties call town mayor Johnny Shackleford at 580-513-0892 or one of the cousies at 580-384-8344 or 405-219-6359.
Entertainment packages are also available such as live humorous gunfights by the Guns of Sipokni, touted as the best gunfighting group in Oklahoma. OETA describes the Guns of Sipokni as "Not your ordinary festival entertainers, they have attitude, drama, and guns. A special performance troupe."
Our Town Sipokni West
Sipokni West
The Old West Movie Town
Please excuse the dust pardners, we're just settlin' down.
We have a bit of work ahead of us, but when we’re done, you’ll find something special here. Right now though let us just tell ya a little about ourselves.
Sipokni West was born on a rural piece of land near Reagan, Oklahoma in 1991. Although the town only had a few buildings and such there has been continued growth as there was during the glamorous days of the western expansion.
Today Sipokni West showcases a telegraph office, sherrif's office, Well Fargo's office, General Store, Shorty's barbershop, livery stable, the Reagan Hotel, schoolhouse, doctor's office, trading post, the Wilfred Bunkhouse, and the famous Cowboy Cafe. Construction is on the way for the new church and maybe we should have built that first so we could possibly got a little divine help on building this town. But, as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty and we're building that church now and know very well the road up ahead will be much smoother.
Not only is Sipokni West known as a movie set for the film and video production of western movies, it has become one of the favored tourist destinations in southern Oklahoma.
Be sure and check out our complete website to see all we have to offer.
Sure glad ya here pardners. There will always be a good cup of coffee or cool drink waitin' on ya.
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| Inside the General Store |
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| The Saloon |
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| Inside the Marshal's Office |
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| Sipokni West Jail |
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| The Church |
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| Reagan Hotel |
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| Land Office Upstairs |
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| Trading Post |
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