Against my will, I spent this entire novel imagining David Flynn as Timothy Olyphant, and Joe Madora as the dude who plays Art in Justified, despite differences between how this book's characters are described and how those TV characters look. Well, I guess sometimes Flynn looks specifically like Bullock from Deadwood in my mind's eye, but the connection with the Leonard-derived FX show stands more overtly.
I was born in 1994. I am, frankly, far too young to truly experience the Western as a popular genre. Maybe if my father was more into Westerns, he might have shown some to my brother and me, but he wasn't, so he didn't. But he's also kind of too young as well, being born in 1969, and growing up more with reruns of Batman and Star Trek than Bonanza or Gunsmoke. I think, some Christmas, my dad got a DVD set of the Leone-Eastwood Dollars Trilogy, but I was not interested in watching them because... I had no reason to think I'd like Westerns when I was twelve or whatever. But this might have been a time when I kinda just didn't "trust" my dad's opinions on movies, like he's too old to like cool things, maybe. I recall also not caring too much about Back to the Future, which is pretty significant here as well because the third installment was especially uninteresting to me; it was set far enough in the past as to play in a "Western" setting, which was simply less cool to me than the "2015" setting of Part II. I would go on to enjoy Coen Brothers movies like No Country for Old Men (a "neo-Western") and True Grit (a remake of a "classic" Western), but didn't really continue on to explore the genre much further.
In high school, there was like a "meme" where kids who weren't really into music beyond whatever stupid shit comes on the radio might explain their tastes with the phrase "I listen to everything... except country and rap." "Everything" in this context means "Top 40, 'classic' rock, and 'alternative' rock" radio stations, omitting or avoiding the country stations or black music stations - but these kids wouldn't explore music much beyond what is popular and accessible. I was rather late in getting into hip-hop, being around 2010 with a trifecta of Kanye West, Waka Flocka Flame, and Big Boi releases that became very important to me that year. I don't think I'd ever unironically used the "except country and rap" line myself, but at least I had stopped dealing with popular radio years ago, finding music my own way by reading up on genres on Wikipedia, until I got into Pitchfork and /mu/, but I was at least somewhat "proud" to get into rap, if not simply to avoid being one of "those kids." But country still eluded me. It wasn't really until 2023 that I decided to take the time to "get into" country - which basically worked, so now I do listen to "everything," so to speak.
The above paragraph is somewhat irrelevant, but part of the point is broadening my horizons to accept country music has also made me want to check out more Western movies, and maybe some Western prose fiction - since I feel Cormac McCarthy, whom I've read before, kinda blatantly exceeds what might be considered the limits of the genre, and so maybe doesn't really "count." If I recall correctly, I got to The Bounty Hunters here because I was watching Justified on Hulu some time ago, which I ended up loving, and which is based on the work of Elmore Leonard, then I happened to rewatch Quentin Tarantino's Jackie Brown, which I think I'd known was based on a Leonard novel, but which I'd forgotten, and was reminded of in the course of rewatching the movie. I wanted to jump later into Leonard's fiction career, with the sort of crime stories adapted into these programs, but... well, quite simply, he wrote Westerns first. And I was able to find a cheap eBay lot of six Western paperbacks, including two Leonard novels. I read this one first because it came out first.
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Being, as I am, not terribly familiar with this genre of prose, I was pleasantly surprised to find this 1953 novel leans closer in spirit to the spaghetti Westerns of the '60s than what I imagined to be a "squeaky clean" image of like a John Wayne ilk. There's nothing too graphic here, nothing like e.g. Blood Meridian, but there's still a bit of a "rawness": some "bitch" and "goddamn" words, some bloody scalpings, some bloody gunshots, allusion to rape (but which doesn't happen), allusion to prostitution (which does), and a scene where a Mexican girl's tits flop around a little after some manhandling by a drunken bounty hunter (this is treated more like "look how evil Lazair's men are" than "dude ¡check out these perky brown tetas!"). Probably very much a product of its time, Apache characters are almost all brutal, inhuman monsters; there's a good-guy Apache, Three-cent, whose accidental murder is kinda glossed over, but the feeling is more "we don't have time to worry about this just now" and not so much "well, that sucks, but he's not white so..."
I have no reason not to believe the Golden Age of western (I'm going to start lowercasing the genre name) fiction isn't meant to establish itself on the sheer badassery of its heroes. David Flynn isn't too much of a "deep" character, instead being mostly a cipher to allow the plot and action to move forward. There's a tropey take on romance, where Flynn wants to settle down at the end of the novel with young Nita, but the book doesn't end with a romantic embrace as one might expect from episodes of western TV shows. Flynn also has a rather logical view on what is or is not appropriate for his mission; he's not gonna jump into a gang of Apaches, guns blazing, because in the world of this book you will get your shit rocked for trying that mess. In fact, Flynn doesn't really kill too many people here; the climax of the novel is mostly just Mexicans chasing the Apaches off while Flynn stands in awe.
Probably something weird about the novel is how young Bowers is shown to have more character growth, but is less of a focal character than Flynn. In the above-referenced climax, a Mexican cavalry is led by Bowers, who shows strong leadership qualities after the trial-by-fire that is the novel's central suicide mission. At the start of the story, Bowers is a cocksure kid who kinda pisses Flynn off with how straight-laced he is w/r/t Army culture, versus how ignorant he'd be of the harsh wilderness of Apache country. Bowers starts off a little standoffish, not understanding why he'd need this civilian to lead him through Mexico to hunt and capture Apache warlord Soldado. Over time, Bowers grows to respect Flynn's knowledge and ability. The idea to gaslight Santana into helping create a resistance against Duro and Lazair is ultimately Flynn's, but Bowers comes into his own well enough to make that task his.
There are five antagonistic forces at play, which all kinda overlap each other and kinda muddy the direction of the story, which isn't a great thing, but Leonard handles it all decently. You have Colonel Deneen, who sends Flynn on the mission because of a long-standing vendetta regarding Flynn having witnessed Deneen shoot himself in the foot (literally) to get out of war after being spooked by shelling. It later turns out Bowers is singled out among the Army Cavalry to join Flynn because Deneen vaguely suspects Bowers's father might have noticed the wound way back when, and might have told his son the story, which... just goes to show how twisted Deneen is. The main target of the mission is Soldado Viejo, a Mimbres Apache known for his brutality, and who... kinda doesn't really factor into the story as much as the back of the book would suggest. We have Curt Lazair, a bounty hunter out to kill and scalp Soldado for the reward (the American government only wants to force Soldado onto a reservation). We have Frank Rellis, an ambitious drunk who joins Lazair for funsies, but who tries to hunt Flynn and Bowers, thinking they came to Soyopa to follow him after he shot Flynn's buddy, Madora, in the dark, back at the start of the novel. And we have Lieutenant Duro, who has kind of taken over Soyopa, and allows Lazair to scalp Mexicans and dress the scalps up to look Indian as part of a bounty racket.
The first page in this copy of the book is that sort of "preview" thing you see often, and it details a duel challenge between Flynn and Rellis. This actual scene doesn't appear in the novel until the fifteen chapter... out of twenty. Rellis seems like he's just a generic stinker whose only purpose is to get shot by Flynn as a show of Flynn's badassery, but... this dude lasts a long ass time. His eventual comeuppance is appreciated, to be sure, but it's hardly tied to the plots of Deneen, Duro, Soldado, or really even Lazair, with whom Rellis is most closely associated. Now, the defeat of Rellis does kinda link to Sargeant Santana's own level-up in badassery, which will accordingly boost Bowers, and lead to the big climactic battle, so that's something. Soldado is nominally the main villain, but the narrative role is more adequately taken by Lazair or Rellis. The thing is, Lazair is "defeated" when Flynn rescues Nita, and kinda just checks out of the story; I think he's supposed to be the dude the Apaches torture near the very end? Soldado has a very tense scene in the middle of the book when Flynn and Bowers first encounter him, but he's not visible ever again, and the novel kinda just ends with him getting away (though it's suggested the Mexican and American Armies will team up to nab him). Duro gets got by Hilario, father of Nita, which kinda works, but it might be more generically "poetic justice" if Duro was killed by Santana or if Hilario ended up killing Lazair. I don't know, the fact that Hilario does Duro in makes me feel this is maybe almost a "revisionist" western (if that's even a "thing" in western novels). A lot of stuff here is cool, but my ignorance of the genre makes it hard to tell if it's to be expected or if Leonard is changing the game.
I will definitely be reading the other Leonard western I own, soon. And I definitely have an interest in checking out his non-western crime novels as well. I just don't know if enjoying this novel would necessarily mean I'd enjoy other, non-Leonard westerns, so I'll continue to dip my toes in the genre, rather than just cop dozens of books at once (like I was tempted to do...).