Uncle Russ
"any stranger in a land without established law could prove to be disastrous"
No we don't have the hostile Indian problem today but we have probably much worse with the fact that we have literally millions of invaders coming into our country that are unknown as to their intent and home invasions are steadily being reported on the news!
Exactly the reason that at night I have a M1911 within reach when Angie and I are in our den reading or watching a movie! I discovered long ago that bad things don't always happen to the other guy!! 
Hawken,
Typical evening meal when Im alone at the deep south Texas ranch.


That Pearl Beer Can has sure changed its looks since I last saw one.

We used to keep a old metal cooler in the pick-up, it held 36 cans and two 5# bags of ice when filled up, and whoever took the truck to town had the "job" of filling it up, put it on the Ranch's tab...which meant it was absolutely the cheapest beer to be found, a lot cheaper than even Lone Star.
When Cours Beer finally did come to town, it was so dadburn expensive that the sales demand on Pearl Beer skyrocketed!
All at once EVERYBODY was drinking Pearl...the Brewery even came out with a Pearl Lite, which was very similar to drinking straight out of the Rio Grande, but at least it was always cold.
There was always a loaded 1911 in the Glove department of the pick-up, the gun had been shot so much that when you shook it, it rattled like a rock in an empty rain barrel.....but it still shot and still shot good.
I replaced that barrel bushing once when I came back home from overseas, shortly after that one of the old-timers asked me to take a look at the gun, as it "didn't sound right anymore"....
Our early forefathers had a really rough go of it, there should never be any doubts about that.
But something few today seem to understand is that those same "Hard, Rough, even dangerous Times" lingered on for many years, up until at least the 1960's, early 1970's for a lot of folks living in isolated places throughout this country.
Quite a while after the turn of the 19th Century, much of that hard life-stye was quite likely a choice, a choice made following the Great Depression of the 1930s, and WWII.
It seems there was a desire to be totally independent, leave civilization behind, live off the land, and make-do with those things at hand...and that choice was made by folks on their own free will, not a necessity.
They were simply sick of "the modern Life" during those times.
Still yet, even today, there are many isolated Ranches and Farms that only make three or four trips to town during the summer months, to trade and barter, while stocking up for the winter.
What is it in a man that brings out such inner desires to put himself through such times?
Is it the blood of our forefathers, is it simply in all of our DNA, or is it something even deeper than that?
A lot of us feel inside that we could manage just well, but could we?