J.P.S. Brown, known as Pappy Joe to his kids, passed away on January 9, 2021, in Patagonia. An author with several books in the Cowboy Hall of Fame, Joe was much more than a writer. He was an athlete, cowboy, movie wrangler, Notre Dame graduate, Marine, father, grandfather, great grandfather. 

He might not have been happy, but he loved life. He loved music, especially Mexican music. He loved to fly fish. He got so excited when he caught one. People looked up to him. When you saw that smile, he could make you happy. 

“No one had a dad like me,” said his son Billy. “He loved to play golf, but he was terrible.”

“One winter, while he was writing ‘The Outfit,’ we were cutting wood. We climbed the snowy mountain and found a tree, that we brought down on a toboggan. When we were finished, my little sister and he came down on the toboggan and had a wreck. They hit a pile of snow on the bottom. He had icicles on his mustache. He never laughed so hard. “ 

Joe Brown loved rainy days. He told his son stories, told him about the facts of life during those days. He’d sit back and drink his coffee and could relax. I imagine he’s up there right now, listening to the rain, having a cup of coffee.

Despite hard times and distance at the end, Pappy Joe is lovingly survived by his sister Sharon, sons William Paul and Billy Pat, daughter Paula, grandkids Cody, Krista, John-Paul, Benjamin, and four great-grandkids. 

We love you Pappy.


Cowboy’s Last Ride

By Krista Gibson

(Granddaughter of J.P.S Brown)

He goes quietly without any fuss

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His pride & dignity fully intact

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

He remains unbranded like a stubborn colt

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

He heads out to pasture all alone 

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye 

He digs his heels in with all his grit 

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His rough & weathered neck at rest 

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His sweat soiled hat hanging on the rack

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His stained coffee cup left in the sink 

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His memory lingers like dust in a saddle

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

He left us longing for stories left untold

A Cowboy doesn’t say goodbye

His spirit reunited with “The Boss” again

Goodbye Cowboy…goodbye