Why America needs Westerns…by Mike Torreano

Welcome, Mike!

Tell us, why does America need westerns?

America Needs Westerns

 

My third western, A Score to Settle, was recently released by The Wild Rose Press. It’s set in 1870 New Mexico Territory on the notorious Goodnight-Loving cattle trail. My first two western mysteries, The Reckoning, and The Renewal, are set in about the same timeframe in Colorado.

They say the traditional American western is dead. It’s true the golden age of westerns was some time back. Since then, there’s been a bit of a dry spell, until recently when several big box office westerns based on great new novels have been released.

Are they’re coming back? I hope so. Westerns embody timeless values—a place where right triumphs over wrong. Not always, certainly, but in my stories it does. The Old West was a black and white society with clear-cut rules—there were things you were and weren’t supposed to do. And if you did wrong, there were consequences, oftentimes immediate, many times violent.

There was a Code of the West, even observed among the bad guys. Simple rules for simpler times. Unwritten, but adhered to nonetheless. The Code drew its strength from the underlying character of westerners, both men and women alike. Life back then was hard, but it was also simple. Things that needed to get done got done. Whining wasn’t tolerated. Complainers were ignored. You weren’t a victim. You played the hand you were dealt.

If you’re getting the idea I like that kind of culture, you’re right.

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An excerpt…

“Tell me your story, Del. We got time.”

Del tried to piece the last few days together. He told Sonny about leaving Rose and—

She interrupted. “That your woman?”

“If she’ll have me. If I ever see her again.” He told her about the search to find Tyson. Riding through Santa Rosa, the trickery about Lost Creek, Potter’s ambush south of town amid the sandstorm. Riding for Wilkins’ ranch and Shade being played out. The desperate walk to find Sinola in the dark.

“You’ve had quite the adventure, Del Lawson.”

The world we live in today sometimes baffles me. Everything is different shades of gray. Honor and fidelity seem to be out of fashion. People are entitled. The media are advocates, not reporters.

While the Code of the West was unwritten and existed in various forms, there were certain common elements everyone—from the hard-working sodbuster, to the law-abiding citizen, to the hardened criminal—typically abided by. Granted, there were exceptions, but generally that held true.

The Code gave westerners a guide to live by that they broke at their own peril. Are there still things today that aren’t for sale? I’d wager we all have values that are non-negotiable. After all, values don’t really change—only times, circumstances, and people do.

The good news is that the values the Code embodied haven’t vanished from today’s America, but more often than not they’ve been marginalized. Popular culture tends to look down on old-time values, or should I say the timeless values of nineteenth century America. We’re an instant gratification society that focuses on the here and now, and disregards the lessons of the past. Imagine a world where a man’s word—and a woman’s—was their bond. Where handshakes took the place of fifty-page contracts and lawyers.

So, yes, occasionally I yearn for those simpler times amid today’s hustle and bustle. Sometimes, the world I created in A Score to Settle looks pretty appealing. And it might to you. American westerns serve to remind us of our solid roots and what we were and could become again. That’s why I write them and why they’ll never die.

Mike Torreano has a military background and is a student of history and the American West. He fell in love with Zane Grey’s descriptions of the Painted Desert in the fifth grade, when his teacher made her students read a book and write a report every week.

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Mike recently had a short story set during the Yukon gold rush days published in an anthology, and he’s written for magazines and small newspapers. An experienced editor, he’s taught University English and Journalism. He’s a member of Colorado Springs Fiction Writers, Pikes Peak Writers, The Historical Novel Society, and Western Writers of America. He brings his readers back in time with him as he recreates western life in the late 19th century.

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Naivete and Naked Cowboys--a blog reflection by Colleen L. Donnelly

From the desk of Colleen L. Donnelly…

Naivete and Naked Cowboys

To write a book is to wear your soul as clothing. When people say, “Write what you know,” they’re not just talking about head knowledge, they mean what you’ve been through as well. What hurts, what tempts you, what you did last year that you hope no one ever finds out about. If there’s a scratch, a fracture, or even an unfulfilled yearning in your heart of hearts, it will end up on your page, and everyone will see it.

When I splashed my biggest hurt on three hundred such pages of fiction, I wasn’t prepared to see my agony snatched up by a publisher, put into print, turned into an Amazon #1 Bestseller, and then go on to win awards. My worst nightmare was out there, with only a fictional heroine between a worldwide audience and me.

Tossed from the seclusion of just me and my laptop into a gala national conference and award ceremony, I crept into an arena of readers with a red face, a bag with several of my books, and a tablecloth to hopefully spread somewhere to display them on.

Naïve novices learn the hard way that a book frenzy is not the place a timid writer can cower behind a character. Readers are ravenous. They want to know all. They want to gape wide-eyed at what I/my characters suffered, and they want to leave me wide-eyed at suggestions for things I’d never fathomed existed to spice up future books. Their enthusiasm left me dazed, awestruck, and confident that what I exposed was as fine as the Emperor’s new clothes.

“Where’s your naked cowboy?” another writer at the extravaganza asked, to which I responded, “I don’t have naked cowboys in my story.” She assured me I didn’t have to write them, just stand life-sized naked cowboy cutouts in front of my table to increase sales. I pondered that…naked cowboys or naked soul. “No thanks,” I responded. “I just bared something far more painful and far more humiliating. And it was worth it!”

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Louise Archer boards a westbound train in St. Louis to find the Kansas homesteader who wooed and proposed to her by correspondence, then jilted her by telegram – Don't come, I can't marry you. Giving a false name to hide her humiliation, her lie backfires when a marshal interferes and offers her his seat.

Marshal Everett McCloud intends to verify the woman coming to marry his homesteading friend is suitable. At the St. Louis train station, his plan detours when he offers his seat to a captivating woman whose name thankfully isn't Louise Archer.

Everett's plans thwart hers, until he begins to resemble the man she came west to find, and she the woman meant to marry his friend.

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Find Colleen online: Website, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads

Find Colleen online: Website, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads

What was your inspiration for Letters and Lies?

Fun! Most of my novels are serious, and I wanted to write something that made us laugh.

Do you find inspiration in your own life for your writing?

Yes, but I never stop paying attention to those around me…just in case.

Colleen’s pug — and writing companion.

Colleen’s pug — and writing companion.

Any new projects on the horizon?

During the final round of edits for “Letters and Lies” the man who jilted Louise Archer jumped from secondary character to hero in my mind. It might seem impossible for a man who drops his fiancée right before their wedding to be worthy of a whole new book. But this man is. Once his true motive jumped off the page at me, I knew his story had to be told, and he’s in the process of revealing it to me right now.

What was the hardest/most unusual/interesting part of the story to write/research?

Trains. I needed a train to do what I wanted, where I wanted it to, when I needed it to, and with the proper accommodations. In fact, I had to sacrifice my druthers for Louise’s train ride to stay true to history.

Now to leave you with an excerpt:

“He wrote and changed your plans? Why didn’t you tell me? You know I love hearing his letters.”

Everyone loved hearing his letters. Or at least they’d pretended to. I glanced at my friends, especially the one who’d first suggested I correspond with her husband’s homesteading friend in Kansas who was ready to look for a wife. She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief while she flicked the fingers of her other hand in a weak wave. I dredged my soul in search of a smile. The man she’d introduced me to truly had penned everything I’d ever wanted in a husband, months of letters which convinced Mama Jim was my open door. Letters I’d foolishly carted from family to friend to blather every word like a desperate spinster. Drat.

“He didn’t send his change of plans in a letter, Mama. He sent them in a telegram.” Don’t come, I can’t marry you. The only words I never shared.  

“Well I imagine your Jim has a surprise for you and didn’t have time to send a letter before you left for Crooked Creek. How thoughtful to wire you instead.”

Thoughtful…I felt poisoned and Mama would too if she ever found out Jim had shut my open door. Which she wouldn’t, since as soon as I got out there and found him, I’d wedge it back open again.