The photographer Jane Hilton became enamored with the American West at an early age. Growing up in suburban England, her father made sure she was exposed to John Wayne, Stagecoach, and The Virginian. An infatuation with the American dream took hold and soon, Hilton would find herself roadtripping across the country, camera in tow. She began photographing the cowboys she met along the way, but rather than photograph them on their horses, she shot them in their homes. Their rooms are at once sparse, simple fabrics match traditional wood panels, but also heavily adorned with the trinkets of a life lived out West. “The need to hold onto their heritage is clearly visible,” Hilton said, noting the rising costs of animal feed and many ranches’ struggle to sustain themselves. Her book, Dead Eagle Trail, is a collection of these images. Hilton has shared a selection with The Atlantic, presented below.
The Cowboys of the Twenty-First Century
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Boots O’Neill, a brand inspector, sits on a bed in The Four Sixes Ranch in Guthrie, Texas, in 2009. “At 77 years old he still rides and works every day,” Hilton said. “The day I took this photograph his wife had died exactly three years previously, almost to the hour. Her neck scarf still hangs on the dresser.” #
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Allan Randolph, a gun collector, in his home in Beulah, Colorado, in 2006. He told Hilton “The elk went through the window because it couldn’t fit through the door.” #
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Ed Hitchcock, a ranch hand, in Cave Creek, Arizona, in 2008. “I built this bar so me and my neighbors would have somewhere to go for a drink,” he told Hilton. #
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Johnny Green, a livestock trader, in Cortez, Colorado, in 2006. He told Hilton that he sold John Wayne his horse called “Dollar,” which appeared in many films. #
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Cotton Logan, a cowpuncher, in Peeples Valley, Arizona, in 2008. At 75 years of age, Logan has undergone two back operations and one hip replacement, according to Hilton. “As long as I can get on my horse and ride every day, I will go on forever,” he said to her. #
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Herman Manzanares, a vaquero, in Abiquiu, New Mexico, in 2008. “The ranch belonged to my father and has been in the family for over a 100 years,” he said to Hilton. #
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