My fantasy version of the West developed into a place of high adventure. Its residents arrive there to explore and settle after escaping from other places, and include talking wolves, prophetic woodpeckers, dancing buffalo, as well as some half animal and half human inhabitants. These are dangerous individuals who could rob one blind or just as easily come to the service of someone or something in need.
I have spent time in the real West. I have passed through the physical natural geography, but I have no desire to depict the actual places. I have been told the stories of the stars - how they got there as fellas what and who dwells in the swift moonlit rivers. It is the myths and legends that I bring home and into my imagined West.