Creative Writing: The Settlement Of Cripple Creek

Pine needles and underbrush crunched underfoot as I climbed uphill on the mountainside. The forest canopy acted as a strainer, blocking all but the most lucky rays of sunlight. Sweat rappelled down my face and jumped off the tip of my nose, falling to the soft earth. My body commanded me to stop, to rest, to give up. For days I had already hiked and camped among the Blue Ridge Mountains with no sense of accomplishment, and I hungered for satisfaction. Rain and constant change in elevation broke my spirit, and encouraged me to go home. I felt as if nature itself taunted me, pushing me to give up. It became my worst enemy.

“This was a generation, however, that intuitively wanted to prove itself…The soldado goes off to defend his country, proudly saving that his race ‘knows how to die anywhere.’ ”

His family ranch was small too. He says, “We just had two horse, one donkey, two caws, and lots of chickens.” When Pedro’s’ parents realized they needed to move to a city for getting their older children into the middle school, he says, “My parents left me alone” then he added, “with my grandma and a cousin when I was 8 years old. Before leaving my father told me in a seriously way, “Now, you are ‘the man’ of the house,” When Pedro’s parents and siblings were leaving, Pedro says, “I was very courageous but when they left I cried a lot. Thus, I had to take care of the animals because it was my responsibility. After six long months, yearning Pedro says, “They came back and took me with them but years later we came to our ranch back.” When Pedro finished elementary school, he started to work in a bakery where he learned a new skill that would help him to start his yearned

“Your stallion has unique horseshoes. Make’s him easy to track. How long have you been on the run? Five? Six days?”

Rustlers didn’t come cheap, and the two drifters lingering in the hallway were quick to demand their pay. He’d let them wait awhile longer. They arrived in town a month earlier asking questions that piqued his curiosity. A never-ending round of liquor soon loosened their tongues. The greenhorns needed money, and they weren’t particular how they got it.

"If he tried hard, he could still imagine the feel of the wind, cool and soft as it came down from the mountains. The green of the farm was so deep he could almost taste it. He'd helped to plant their small vegetable garden, plunged his fingers into the good, dark earth, and gathered eggs from their chickens. Up the hill from their small stone house were their coca bushes, whose little green leaves they chewed when food ran low, and sold for money for clothes and Diego's school books.” … “Diego and his parents had been riding the trufti to the Saturday market in Arani with other farmers, to sell their vegetables and dried coca leaves.” … “He didn't notice that the police had stopped the minibus until his

He is introduced as a hard worker with the strongest faith in the American dream, while America is the supportive wife whose faith in the American dream is the glorifying details Candido gives her. Candido, like every immigrant who comes into the states wants, “[a] house , a yard, maybe a TV and a car to – nothing fancy, no palaces like the gringos built – just four walls and a roof” (Boyle 29), but knows it takes hard work and saving money to live comfortably. Candido was never satisfied when living in Tepoztlan, Mexico and decides to run away with his young wife America. Complete innocent and naïve she follows Candido to America believing this was the country where everyone was rich. As she becomes more aware of life in America, she notices, “A gabacho sat on the sidewalk with his long hair and begged for change and the sight of him struck her with unholy terror: if he had to beg in his own country, what chance was there for her?” (Boyle 19). Because Candido glorified life in America to his wife, she wants, ‘“… one of those houses, “she said. “A clean white one made out of lumber that smells like the mountains, with a gas range and a refrigerator, and maybe a little yard so you can plant a garden and make a place for the chickens. That’s what you promised me didn’t you?”’ (Boyle 29). Candido promised his wife this lifestyle she would have, but made himself look bad because of the obstacles he got

Without responding to Kathy’s remark, Louise glanced toward Betty and whispered, “I’m sorry, please continue.” The server brought her another glass.

The following day. “Go, get moving you stupid cows!“ yelled the overseer. The slaves quickly grabbed their tools and headed off toward the fields for the day. Marquis slumped over in the hot fields as he picked, quickening his pace as

In this novel, Esperanza has a lot of moments where she is realizing that her life has changed and will never be the same again. She is finally realizing how good her life was back in Mexico before the tragic death of her father. Most of these experiences happen when she and her mother have already left for America and are working and trying to make themselves a home there. Here in the beginning of the book the author gives us an example of Esperanza’s life being altered. “’She has eight children and sells eggs to survive. Yet when she can barely afford it she gave your mother two hens and helped the crippled women,’ said Miguel. ‘The rich take care of the rich and the poor take care of those who have less than they have.’” (Ryan, 2000, p. 79) In the part of the text Miguel, Esperanza’ s childhood friend from Mexico, is attempting to explain the differences between the rich and the poor and how they both help each other. Esperanza realizes that being the daughter of a wealthy landowner is not everything and giving money is not the only way to help people. There are different ways to help people like; giving your support, and just helping people in times of need. Esperanza starts to see the

As I hack away at chest high buckthorn I glance into the distance to locate the opening I've been waiting for. Finally, I have forced my way through the dense brush and onto a ridge above the glistening waters of the Bighorn River. The glare of lethargically moving water stuns my eyes as I cautiously make my way down the bank and splash my face with a handful of water. While maneuvering myself across the river I struggle to stay on my feet. I push forward and locate a flat and clear area ideal for my campsite. I reach a relaxing stop underneath a willow tree to provide pleasing shade during these hot Montana months. The sun's slowly starts to disappear over the distance mountains as my eyes gaze into the majestic star filled Montana night

“She did very well tailoring this clothing without my measurements. Your sister shows talent in her work.” Luke fingered the edges of his sleeve tail, thumb fumbling over the button several times over. He lifted

Two Rivers is a campground not too far from Sartell, I have been there countless times throughout my childhood. It is called two Rivers because the Mississippi River and the Platte River connect at a bay that surrounds the entire campground. The Platte River is much smaller than the Mississippi, which makes it popular to tub on, like a giant lazy river at a water park. Tubing on the River is one of the most popular activities, with that you can also canoe and kayak. Most years the water in low and slow with some rapids, but this year it was particularly fast.

Throughout cowboy's lives they had many struggles with their cattle drives. With these hardships came other challenges that accompanied them. In Geoffrey C. Ward’s historical essay, “ The Real Story of a Cowboy’s Life,” he mentions how cattle herder’s lived their lives during the cowboy era. Within this way of life, ranchers persevered through the difficulties of stampedes, monotony, and settlers/ Native Americans.

“What was that?” I ask myself. “Well, maybe it’s just something new they added to the store.”