Robert J. Conley (1940–2014)

This was a nice, homely collection of stories, short & satisfying. I felt like my father-in-law could have been telling these tales. the trio of young rowdies in "Plastic Indian" reminded me of some buckaroos I've known, yet the closing thought was a foreshadowing of the internal politics which are more overtly portrayed in "Belle Starr". Primarily set in the 1800's, and generally in either Oklahoma or North Carolina, each tale demonstrates some aspect of Cherokee culture without being didactic. One aspect which impressed me the most was how the men would back off if a woman said she was going to do something. Women weren't often in the story, but they were strong, and they were acknowledged...a woman wasn't just somenone's wife, she had a name of her own, even when she was only a minor part in the tale.
Some stories were written in the first person, which made it easy to believe it was Conley himself that the story was about--until you notice the year, or until you read in his acceptance speech that "...writers, painters, sculptors, musicians, actors, dancers, bank robbers, boxers...the writer is the most fortunate of the bunch, for he can write himself into any or all of these characters."
Otherwise, the four included speeches were nothing special.… (meer)

The content of this book is solid and well-researched. The writing style is what left me wanting a little more. The majority of the sentences in this book follow the classic SUBJECT-VERB-OBJECT. Standard 'vanilla' verbs were used, and there is not a lot of description of setting/place. For anyone reading this book who is not familiar with the southeastern portion of the United States, I don't think they will have distinct mental picture of the setting. Overall, I liked this book, but not a favorite.… (meer)

Kid Parmlee, his Paw and his buddy Zeb ride into Fosterville for drink, food and sex, but are immediately accused of having robbed a stagecoach and killed the driver. While the sheriff was a friend of the Kid, the description of the three bandits fit to a T the three men facing a shotgun in the hands of the sheriff. The three break out of jail with assistance of a female friend of the Kid's leaving the sheriff stark naked in his own jail cell to be discovered and embarrassed by the local citizens.

Once out, they decide to search for the three stage robbers who are now also robbing banks. Their quest is interrupted when they befriend the citizens of a mining town who are being harassed by claim jumpers and the Kid and Zeb start a shooting war against the claim jumpers.

Often the heroes of western novels have few weaknesses but the Kid has a couple that prove very embarrassing to him in the story. His fear of heights freezes him on a ledge 100's of feet up and he looks down. The consequences of his rescue are very embarrassing as is his low tolerance for whiskey which sees him black out in front of a full saloon.

Conley's style is to never have a slow moment and he adds characters who really have no role in the narrative but add flavour to the atmosphere. Read this on a wilderness canoe/camping trip in Algonquin Park. Not even the many horse and deer flies could interrupt the story.… (meer)

Marshall Baijack tells this story in first person and what a story it is – although it might take you a bit to get into the dialect Baijack uses it is a fun read all in all.

Marshall Baijack is not a learned man but he has managed to clean up Asininity by the time Herman Sly “The Widowmaker” rides into town. Sly kills for money but never draws his gun first and more than one person in town thinks he might have come to kill them. The story has gunfights, fistfights, drunks, a whore with a heart of gold, and a whole lot more. Part of the story is the development of the friendship between Sly and Baijack and what an interesting friendship it is. If you are looking for a sometimes humorous bawdy brawling Western then this book might be one you should pick up.

Thank you to Endeavour Press for the copy of this book to read and review.… (meer)