There’s a great line early in this books. “Lot the effect, “B might kill a man, and put a notch on his gun, but Dan Shoot would not even understand such a thing. He would shoot a man with the same care he would take in branding a cow, and think nothing more of it . . . “. It’s said better than that. And then it goes into an observation about men with vanity and men who appear to be without. But only appear, and are all the more dangerous because it is hidden, and it broils deep inside. . . “
Now why would I like either of these quotes, particularly when I question the second one? Because the first at least tells me the sort of thing I could not or would not have imagined about the old west. Or not so old west. I reckon L’Amour was no further from his subject as I am from
The Second World War. I knew men who fought in it and knew them well. I miss them and their times. And their versions of virtue and sense of what it was to take up ones cross. Or shoulder ones responsibilities. And keep on.
So when I read something like that I wonder. Is this just a first rate imagination, in this and a thousand other hard details? Or did he know. Did he observe. Did he see?
Interestingly L’Amour was also a merchant marine. And in WWII. And this story involved men shanghied before getting back home to what they had hoped would be peace.
The Indians the Sioux too show up, historical figures, and save the day. I liked that kindness went a way. And the bad man bad to the settlers was seen to be bad to the Indians. And a part of the reason for the uprising likely I suppose. And finally got his comeuppance.
So much else could be said. But let me say this. It’s somehow peaceful thinking back on these times. Tho the book was not. Two words come to mind.
Laconic.
Stoic.
Both Greek in etymology. But somehow characterizing these characters. And the West L’Amour and Grey both write on about.
And also a stirring, a longing for, and love. Almost in the same words, these two authors. Noting the fine great eyes, the slim yet womanly figure, and what works out to a stirring and longing between two people in a hard world getting a sense of each other. And despite a hard beginning and misjudgment and lies told by others that they have found someone trustworthy and good to rely on. And they have. And there was much rejoicing.
But too, the loyalty and friendship among men.
And finally this one even had a lay trial. That I thought was something for its common sense, law, attempted corruption, what if aspects, and resolution.
I enjoyed it.