I have very little experience with Western literature (I'm talking cowboys, not hemisphere), but I've been on a bit of a kick lately and decided to take a plunge. My first, Hombre, was a really good little novel, but it didn't prepare me for this. With these two stories -- collected here in an omnibus -- Forrest Carter crafts a towering legend of a simple farmer forced by fate, cruelty and the will to survive, to become the most ruthless gunfighter in the West.
Spoilers...
Josey Wales wants no part of the Civil War, has no desire for violence. He just wants to farm his land with his family and be left in peace. But violence finds him when the Redlegs, a brigade of Northern soldiers who use terror as their battlefield tool, burn his farm, kill his family and slash his face, forever marking his visage with the scars of war. After shedding all the tears he has left, Josey joins up with the Confederacy and learns to shoot, becoming the most feared soldier in the army. He wreaks as much vengeance as he can, but the war ends and, unwilling to pledge his loyalty to any cause or nation, he finds himself on the run, hunted by those who would force him to bend his knee in supplication. Josey fights at first to survive, making his way to Mexico to be free of his tormentors. But along the way, he finds something he thought was lost to him forever: a family. Lone Watie, Little Moonlight, Laura Lee and Grandma Sarah start off as stragglers he picks up along the way, but they end up much more than that. They see not just the Outlaw Josey Wales (yeah, I was gonna do it at some point, but in my defense Carter uses the phrase at least once that I can remember), the most dangerous man on the frontier, but a good man who saved their lives, a man worthy of their gratitude, their loyalty and their love. And in them, Josey sees a second chance to reclaim the humanity that was stolen from him (but, of course, was never truly gone). When he helps them get settled in Texas, he wants to stay, but the danger he brings compels him to go. He can't be with them knowing that at any moment a bunch of soldiers or bounty hunters will descend on the farm and shoot to kill. But on his way, when he looks cornered, he finds that it's not just his new family that likes him. The whole town (well, the bartender, the hooker and the gambler, anyway) stand up for him, and he learns that protection is not just his responsibility, but a symbiosis between those that care for each other. Unlike the movie, the first story here is given a definitive ending, and Josey reclaims his life.
But what is Josey Wales now that he's not a wanted man? Is he back to the peaceful farmer he once was, or is he still, at his heart, a killer? The second story explores that, and it turns out he's now both. He's made a new life, similar to his old life, and he's happy. He and Laura Lee have a baby, Lone Watie and Little Moonlight have one of their own, Grandma Sarah cooks up food while admonishing them the way the elderly are wont to do, and their ranch hands have become close friends too. But when the bar flies who helped give him his new life are brutalized by a group of despicably evil Rurales, Josey takes up arms and hunts them down, determined to make sure every last one of them pays with his life. There is no deliberation, no weighing the pros and cons or examinations of conscience. Letting it stand isn't an option, because Josey Wales is a man of honor. He'll become the gunfighter once more in the service of justice, he'll cut down every evil son of a bitch on his hit list, and then he'll head right back to the farm and tend the land while he cares for his family. His evolution has come full circle, and while I wish there were more Josey Wales stories (and apparently Carter had intended to write more before he died) this is a pretty apt end point for the character.
Carter's writing style is marvelous. There is very little proper grammar, both in dialogue and in prose. The legend of Josey Wales is told like a story being spread around campfires. Josey is described in gushing portraits that make him out to be the supreme badass he is, but it never becomes corny, which it easily could have. It's just... cool. He is at once larger than life and eminently human. Josey will face down any gunman, but he has tricks up his sleeve to maintain the edge in battle, such as facing away from the sun so it obscures his opponent's vision. He is the perfect marriage of myth and man, and though his physical description in the book is a bit different, only someone like Clint Eastwood could ever bring him to life.
I also appreciated the even-handedness Carter brings to depicting the different groups and forces. While the initial feel is that of the Northern Aggression/Southern Independence sentiment, he makes it clear that the South committed atrocities too and were just as ruthless as the North. He isn't just distrustful of the American government, but all government, all institutions that would rule over man. The Spanish conquistadors aren't painted in a very flattering light, nor is the Catholic Church, both getting rich on the backs of the poor. But at the same time, there is a priest who, despite his sins, wants to stop Capitan Escobedo and his Rurales from raping and murdering every woman they find. While Carter clearly has great respect for the Native Americans, he also doesn't shy away from their brutal customs. He never falls into the noble savage trope, stating emphatically that they're capable of great brutality while still having a real sense of honor (which is why they respect Josey Wales, and vice versa).
These are great stories, and Carter was a wonderful writer. It's a shame death cut his career so short.