Took this photo at the Hollywood Wax Museum in Branson, Missouri, last summer:
Makes me downright nostalgic.
So does this, although the artistry is somewhat less than that performed on ol’ Clint:
Maybe Westerns and outer space, mashed together, is why I love Firefly so much, and why I can’t escape the Old West influence in my writing, whether that be space opera, modern fiction, or even medieval fantasy.
I was raised in the West and the South — I live on the cusp of the West even now — and that independence of spirit and manner of speech creeps in, even when I’m not aware. Not gonna fight it. Just gonna embrace it.