Headlines on the Frontier

When we imagine the Old West, we often think of wide-open plains, dusty boots, and rugged towns born almost overnight. But tucked into nearly every small frontier settlement was a heartbeat of civilization—the local newspaper. These humble print shops played a vital role in the daily life of townspeople in the late 1800s, delivering not just news, but connection, community, and a sense of order in an often chaotic and rapidly changing land.
The Press Arrives with the PeopleBy 1879 (the time of my novella, To the Editor with Love), the American West was booming with railroads, homesteaders, gold rushes, and cattle trails. As new towns sprang up, one of the earliest establishments, after a general store and a saloon, was often a newspaper. Many frontier editors lugged hand presses, type cases, and lead type across rough terrain, determined to bring newsprint to the wilderness.
The press wasn’t just a luxury. It was a necessity. People longed for news of the outside world, for updates from Washington, the East Coast, or even Europe. But just as importantly, they wanted to see their own lives reflected on the page: births, marriages, land sales, sermons, socials, and saloon fights.

A typical small-town Western newspaper in this era was a weekly, usually four pages long. Here’s what you might find inside:
Local News: Council meetings, church gatherings, who was building a new barn, or who’d skipped town without paying their debts.National and International Reports: Reprinted via telegraph or from larger Eastern papers.Advertisements: Blacksmiths, milliners, doctors, boarding houses, or “a fine gelding for sale, sound and steady.”Legal Notices: Homestead claims, land disputes, estate sales—all critical for settlers and ranchers alike.Editorials and Sermons: Often fiery, sometimes humorous, and nearly always opinionated.Fiction and Poetry: Short moral tales, serialized novels, or a sentimental poem about home.The Editor: Typesetter, Journalist, and Town AgitatorThe small-town editor was often a jack-of-all-trades—reporter, printer, typesetter, philosopher, and sometimes preacher. He (or occasionally she) might sleep in the back of the print shop, gather news by walking Main Street, and work by lanternlight to hand-set each line of type. The printing process was laborious and messy, involving ink, lead, and plenty of elbow grease.
Many editors weren’t afraid to stir up trouble. The paper might feud with a rival editor in the next town, support a particular sheriff or schoolteacher, or call out corruption in city hall. The editor’s pen could be as sharp as any six-shooter—and sometimes just as dangerous.
A Voice in the WildernessIn isolated towns, the newspaper was more than a news source. It was a mirror of identity, a memory book, and a record of God’s grace and human grit. Church bulletins were shared, revival meetings announced, and sometimes a line or two of Scripture found its way into the editorial column. The tone of these papers could be bold, hopeful, humorous, or raw. But always deeply rooted in the place and people they served.
In those humble newspapers, the West told its story—one column at a time.

Newspapers get mentions in lots of my novels set in the Old West, but it is front and center in my novella, To the Editor with Love. This story was first published over a decade ago as part of a four-author collection. But it’s now available as a stand-alone, both for the Kindle or Kindle app and in mass market paperback.
TO THE EDITOR WITH LOVE

She’s got the words. He’s got the red pen. Things WILL get messy!
Molly Everton has ink in her veins and fire in her soul. Raised in her father’s newsroom, she’s fearless with a pen. And when her father bypasses her for the editor’s chair and hands the job to an outsider, Molly’s determined to send the new man packing—before he dares rearrange her beloved paper.
Jack Ludlow came West chasing adventure, not to fight with the boss’s headstrong daughter. Yet the more sparks Molly throws his way, the more intrigued he becomes. She’s smart, stubborn, and impossible to ignore—and Jack can’t resist the challenge of winning her over.
She’s determined to send him packing. He’s determined to stay. But in this battle of ink and wits, love might just rewrite the ending.
What would you most like to read if you could get your hands on an old copy of The Kildeer Sentinel?
~robin
This post first appeared on Petticoats & Pistols in July 2025.