P.68: They had scarcely begun . . . how many would die before the West was won? How many by river, by disease, by blizzard and tornado and flood? How many by starvation and exhaustion? It was a long way to the shining mountains. He was glad they were not going that far . . . nor many miles farther, when it came to that.
P. 217: “There’s a kind of man who hates anything unlike himself and what he understands, and just seeing the Indians out there doing nothing that he can see, it bothers him.”
My expectations for this book were muted. Additionally, it was a book club entry that only became available post meeting. Needless to say, I was reluctant to saunter over to the library and pick this up when the notification came, but I am sure glad I did not let my preconceived notions and general pigheadness get the best of me. I am a sucker for multigenerational stories and this book did credit to that style, with compelling characters and a fluid pace.
Linus Rawlings is a man who lives by his own code. As a fur trapper, he has seen many sights, from mountain vistas to desert oases. He lives for adventure and the last thing on his mind would be settling down.
Eve Prescott is a young woman, who longs for someone that may not even exist. Someone who is earnest and heroic, yet mysterious. She gets teased for having this impossible dream of finding a “noble savage,” which is understandable given the outlandishness of finding her romantic ideal in a land that rewards steadfastness and practicality.
Their courtship was short, tumultuous and violent. He trapped many beaver, but ultimately it was her beaver which trapped him. Her strong will and determination left an indelible mark which resonated with him to the marrow. His inclination, “to see the varmint,” as he put it, essentially the ability to live a life of unencumbered freedom, was bested by his love for Eve. This idea, “to see the varmint,” would shape the Prescott and Rawlings families, essentially becoming a microcosm for those who braved the perilous journey further and further west, shaping their own destinies whether manifest or not.
Lilith Prescott, the younger sister of Eve, is not like her sister. While Eve’s ideal life revolves around home and hearth, she has always longed for something different. Her future and fortune would be in glitz and glamour, not corn and timber. Her independence, self-assurance mixed with some feminine wiles would be the combination which propelled her. Steel-willed, she made and lost fortunes with boldness. Eve had an ideal mate, but Lilith had an ideal life, which she would be willing to share with a partner, one who needed to be her equal. Through many trials and tribulations, Eve is able to find that partner, in an unexpected manner.
Zeb Rawlings, the offspring of Eve and Linus, was a mixture of both parents. He had his father’s adventurous streak, joining the Union army during the Civil War and remaining there for a good deal longer, fighting against indigenous people, in the further subjugation of native populations. He also had his mother’s good sense and fastidiousness, trying to function as peacemaker and voice of reason, helping his post-military career of lawman. Despite the iterant nature of his job, he valued steadiness and his pursuit of his wife, Julie, was telling. As opposed to the railroad tycoon Mike King who was wooing Julie with promises of largesse, Zeb had his honor, decency and salary of a corporeal.
Befitting another Western motif, Zeke Prescott “Ralls,” the youngest and often sickly brother in the Prescott clan, made his calling and name as an outlaw. Causing a line of mayhem and mischief, he survived on instinct. The line of good and evil often wavy even in the best times, was even more opaque. What makes a man robbing a train any different or worse than the robber baron who has exploited the labor and killed hundreds or thousands in the wake? What makes a horse thief or a cattle rustler different than the man selling supplies to prospectors at exploitative prices? Though ruthless in his demeanor, Zeke was no less cunning and calculating than his siblings. They were all part of the same tapestry, the very fabric that shaped the American frontier.
This was a thoroughly enjoyable read. I was expecting a book which was filled with generalizations and caricatures and what I got was far more nuanced. I enjoyed the ambiguous nature of the characters, neither angels nor devils, besides Mike King, he was a dick. The native populations were not depicted as bloodthirsty or peace-loving, but as fighting for their way of life. Some tribes were more prone to violence and others with compromise. You needed to have a sharp backbone and a bit of luck to survive the rigors of the frontier lifestyle and Mr. Louis L’Amour did a wonderful job of showing this without overwrought sentimentality or austerity, striking the correct balance.