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Welcome to Jane Little Botkin

Welcome to Jane Little Botkin

Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of labor radicals, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.

Welcome to Jane Little Botkin

Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of western women, labor radicals, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.

Jane is currently researching for her new biographies on Molly Goodnight, Little Mother of the Plains and Hank Boedeker, Friend of Butch Cassidy. Check here for updates.

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Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

By Jane Little Botkin | August 16, 2018
I email Bump Boedeker’s bronc image to Sarah. I hope the new discovery peaks her interest in her heritage. Cowboys may not impress her much; after all, she is a Wyoming girl where Steamboat is imprinted on everything except the state flag. (Steamboat is Wyoming’s ubiquitous bucking bronc logo.) And like my son, she attended…
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Bump Boedeker, Ride “‘Em, Cowboy!”

By Jane Little Botkin | August 15, 2018
Taking care of a dying person is draining, but I can fend off depression by concentrating on the Boedeker family. This tack triggers another realization, adding guilt to my panoply of emotions. I realize that I am a voyeur, my mind’s eye loupe is peering into their lives without permission. Should I tell Sarah? I…
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