Foreword by Baxter Black
Ed Ashurst leaves no stone unturned. This history book is a slice of the pioneer west for the last two centuries. In that sense it is dense with genealogy and the settle of the Arizona territory since 1816. If you think you are related to Warner, you'll probably find your name in the pages somewhere! I, for example, celebrate the same birthday! Rising from the ever-present historical backdrop in this book, is a stampede of action-filled stories that never stops. Almost every chapter is a movie in itself! The further we read, the deeper we fall into the lure of wanting more. Sometimes it seems almost unbelievable. We get led through a world crawling with Fire, Murder, Sweat, Fear, Flood, Attacks, Lions, Dogs, Snakes, Fiddles, Jaguars, the Border, Bears, Prehistoric Calligraphy, Courage, Caves, Drugs, Drought, Dehydration, Bulls and Bad Horses.
The short version; Warner Glenn was born, married, bought a ranch, had offspring, passed it on and lived happily ever after. He is respected, trusted, industrious, religious and generous to all. So, is he any different from the regular good ol' boys that populate our lives? The answer is Yes. He makes a difference everyday. He has presence. When he walks into a room the level of the water changes for everybody...like dropping a new rock in the pond. Warner is a simple man, not easily swayed from his principles. He has character, honor, modesty and inner strength. Tough, with a smile. Handshake, with a promise. A Gladiator when defending what he loves....He is the real High Noon
This is his book written by those of us who hold him in deep esteem. We have been lucky enough in our lives to rub up against him, feel the magic, the current running through him, close enough to feel his heart beat or his teeth grit. To know him is a gift, a blessing, inspiration and awe.
When he invites you to rope at his branding, to shoot the lion on his hunt, to play a tune on his fiddle, or even say grace at his table, it's like Mickey Mantle handing you the bat and saying "Why don't you take a few swings."
Written by Ed Ashurst