Westerns and McMurtry go together. He really knows how to tell a yarn. This is no exception.
The narrator for this adventure is Sherman “Shay” Cecil. It’s his family that occupies the center of this tale which moves from Missouri to the less populated parts of the American West. Along with the fictional characters the Cecil family will encounter some of the West’s legendary figures including Wild Bill Hickok. Shay has siblings and already some have not survived and his mother, Mary Margaret, often spends time in the nearby graveyard mourning them. Shay’s father is often off for long periods of time in the family’s “freighting” business, moving goods by pack mule train and other means. Shay’s Uncle Seth is his partner and has been staying home with the family. The Town’s name is the title of the book, but the story itself is about the family’s journey. "Now we were leaving the only place G.T. and Neva and I had ever lived. The fact of it almost made me queasy, for a while, though part of me was excited at the thought of traveling up the river and over the plains, into the country where the wild Indians lived, where there were elk and grizzly bears and lots of buffalo. It would be a big adventure—maybe Ma would find Pa and satisfy her feelings about his behavior—that was a part of it I just didn’t understand, since there was no sign that Pa was behaving any differently than he had ever done. Still, I was leaving my home—the big adventure was still just thoughts in my head, but our home was our place. The river, the town, the mules, the stables, the cabin, Uncle Seth’s little camp under the stars,"
There is always action in this novel, but it takes about half of the story before they leave Boone’s Lick (and Wild Bill Hickok) behind and head out by wagon (and later flat boat) to find Shay’s Pa who is off somewhere in the Wyoming Territory. The journey from Boone’s Lick, Missouri to Wyoming has its harrowing moments. But the thing that impresses these travelers the most is how big and barren it is. "“There’s no reason for any part of the United States to be this big,” Ma said one morning. A rear wheel had just come loose again, which meant a slow day. “It’s even bigger in some places,” Father Villy said."
"All the same, things were happening too quickly. Only yesterday I had been a boy, with nothing on my mind except watching my brother fish for crawdads, or my uncle shoot the heads off turtles. When the sun was going down I was peacefully helping my mother cut up a dead horse; now the sun was just rising—it had begun to burn away the mist, turning patches of it a golden color—and here I was an armed man, riding off with other armed men, to kill or be killed."
McMurtry always gives us some of the humorous sides of his characters: Here, Uncle Seth has just taken Shay with him into town to meet Hickcok. But Uncle Seth wants some one-on-one time with the town’s whore to see if she will finance his and Hickok’s attempt to root out some bad guys who have been making life difficult for the righteous citizens.
"“Shay, you go on home,” he said. “I believe that’s Rosie with the cheroot. I think I’ll sound her out about the state of her grudges. “Look out for Granpa,” he added. “He might still be hunting that panther.” Then he turned back, and I soon heard him going up the stairs beside the saloon. The abrupt way he left me on my own gave me a lonely feeling, for some reason. It wasn’t the dark—I walked around in the dark all the time, sometimes with G.T. and sometimes without him. I had enjoyed my visit with Wild Bill Hickok, but now I felt lonely. What I wished was that I could be grown-up, like Uncle Seth—grown-up enough to stop and talk with a woman bold enough to sit and smoke a cigar, at the top of the stairs, outside a saloon.
The town’s sheriff isn’t a go-getter but he is willing to help in the effort. In fact he attempts to “borrow” some of the Cecil family’s mules. Shay’s mother shoots the sheriff’s horse out from under him. Hickok is there to give advice: "Mr. Hickok was all wrapped up in a gray slicker. He took one hand out from under his slicker and pointed his finger several times. “Shooting a pistol is just a matter of pointing,” he said. “If you can point straight you can shoot straight. “Very few people can point straight,” he added, and then he didn’t say another word"
"After resting for a minute, the sheriff looked up at Uncle Seth and gave a little wave—or it may have been a salute. The sheriff had only been a corporal in the war, whereas Uncle Seth had been a captain. “Well, Seth, she shot my horse and here I sit,” Sheriff Baldy said. “Do you realize I courted Mary Margaret once, when things were different?” “I’ve heard that rumor—I expect she still has a sweet spot for you, Baldy,” Uncle Seth said. “A sweet spot? I don’t think so,” the sheriff said. “It would explain why she shot the horse and not you,” Uncle Seth pointed out."
Does it lack substance. Yes, if you are comparing it to Lonesome Dove (a book three times as long). I don’t think that many of the fans that McMurtry has gathered over the years will be very disappointed with this yarn. There’s not only action and humor but three generations of the Cecil family that have to sort out their feeling for each other and what’s important in life.
"Ma was standing in the creek, the brown water washing around her legs. “Life’s full of ‘almost’s,’ Shay,” she said. “Lots of things ‘almost’ happen—some good, some bad. You almost got killed, but you didn’t. Don’t be studying it too close. It’s over—they hung the man. Just be smarter next time.”"
4*