First published in 1963, Monte Walsh is considered by many to be one of the great classic Westerns. Written by Jack Schaefer, who also wrote Shane, Monte Walsh will disappoint those who seek blazing action or steaming romance. Instead it is a story of the decline and eventual disappearance of the free ranging American cowboy, a species increasingly endangered by barbed wire fences, railroads, industrialized ranching, and gasoline engines from 1872 - 1913. It is told through the life of Monte Walsh, an old time horseman and cow puncher, who never met a man he feared, a horse he wouldn't ride, or a town he wouldn't hooraw, although he would gallop away in terror from any woman with matrimony on her mind. Along the way we are also told the stories of his associates, Chet, his long time companion who eventually moves to town, marries, and becomes a merchant, his fellow hands at the Slash Y, the woman "...known to him and all too many other men...as Yellow Hair Hattie," and even some of their horses such a Hellfire, Monkey Face, and his faithful dun cow pony as they cope with blizzards, stampedes, rustlers, and the encroachments of Progress.
This is a book to be savored, as much for its language as its story. Each of the 19 chapters is relatively self contained... no cliff hangers here... making it easy to read episodically when one is in the mood for an authentic depiction of a bygone era.