As the newly elected sheriff of Clearwater, Texas, Spur McCoy, in his quest to restore peace and order, must go up against ruthless cattle baron Doak Galloway, whose reign of terror is about to come to a deadly end, while succumbing to the charms of Galloway's former mistress, Katie. Reissue.
****One of the pseudonyms used by author, Chet Cunningham
Chet Cunningham was born in Nebraska on December 9, 1928. He received a bachelor's degree in journalism from Pacific University. Drafted into the Army, he was a mortar gunner in a heavy weapons company in Korea. After the war, he received a master's degree in journalism at Columbia University. He worked for small newspapers in Michigan and Oregon before moving to San Diego in 1960 to work at Convair on various audio-visual projects, including a training film for fighter pilots. He became a full-time writer when he was laid off from his job. He wrote magazine articles while working on his first novel. His first book, Bushwhackers of the Circle K, was published in 1968. He went on to write 450 books including westerns, thrillers, military history, and medical guides. In 1994, he founded the nonprofit San Diego Book Awards as a way to honor published and unpublished local writers. He died of complications from a fall on March 14, 2017 at the age of 88.
I hate to be the one pooppartying all over the small sample size that suggests a book of excellence, but I just thought this was terrible.
The writing is lazy, and clearly doesn’t want to be there. The depictions of women are abominably snowing men, when it comes to suggesting what women are like; here they are just sex toys, he pulls her string for bad dialogue, while she pulls out his mighty rod in pure glee five minutes after meeting him. There is nothing believable about any of the interactions between the male cardboard cut-outs and their toys.
The book is a series of sexual climaxes, leading up to a big anti-climax; I can’t believe this book ends with two court cases and a third pending. The juddering Rogers and Smith subplot loses energy with each chapter we suddenly return to it, and Spur’s final showdown with Doak is like Luke and Darth Vader agreeing to settle things in front of Judge Judy. Previous to the balloon-pop finale, the various action scenes were gore and sexual predation taking turns, all with a bad dialogue flourish.
My deliberate breaks from more serious reading need to feel like less like arm breaks. When lines of this type of fiction were normal, I can only shudder over what attitudes about women this stuff spawned or reinforced in male readers. Just playing around with this book years later as a curious diversion, and it blew up in my face. It seemed like porn with typos and a slobbery grin, winks and nudges. The weirdest part about the sex scenes, is that a few are detailed, and so many more are just hastily mentioned, it seems just to engorge his tally - say, two drawn-out bed scenes, then she made him some eggs while they talk dirty, then a line in a transitional paragraph mentioning sex one more time, and then he’s off to buy a new saddle…where he meets a woman he’s shagging in the back room - because she dragged him back there - five minutes later. A sort of parallel universe for dicks with some cardboard men attached to them (you have to squint…).
This was a good Spur Morgan story that has a lot of action and adventure for most people to enjoy.The storyline is a good one and is.mostly straightforward and easy to follow.