Frontier Justice by Sue Blosten Guns feature in many monuments around Denver’s Civic Center as though gunpowder frosts the air.
The rifle-toting monuments embody heroes at the same time their hollow bronzes also taste of the bitter tang of struggle.
Two cannons squatting on Capitol Hill growl. Cable encircles the Smoky Hill Trail Pioneer Monument as it busily jets water in tempo with the traffic aiming to get out of Denver.
All these monuments have their place in the West.
Steep stairs rise up to buffalo and wild cat, a pioneer man and woman each clutching a rifle, protection and game killer. The topmost bronze man on a stallion requires a star-gazing pose.
Yes, the cowboy astride his horse, rifle in hand; The chiseled Native American clutching a long spear as he gallops along Or the World War II GI rifle at the ready on which a live member of the dove family the common pigeon perches and coos Or the Pioneers on the Smoky Hill Trail firearms at hand
They belong in Denver.
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