June-August 2006

BLACK HORSE EXTRA

Last Stand at the Black Horse Corral     Hoofprints
Putting the Facts in Fiction      Previous Edition


In the later decades of the twentieth century, the climate of the publishing world changed and genre fiction fell on harder times. Both in the United States and Britain once thriving companies merged into ever-larger corporates unable to live with the modest but steady sales that characterized the market for traditional western novels. Whole lines were dropped from publishers' lists and established authors found themselves orphaned.

In this new climate, one independent, family owned publishing house held out, successfully supplying a niche library market for hardcovers. Robert Hale Ltd -- led by its indefatigable chairman and managing director John Hale -- became an oasis in the encroaching desert of disinterest. Eventually the firm set up under its imprint the Black Horse Western series, now incredibly entering its twenty-first year.

Hale became a sanctuary for famous western authors whose work needed a new UK home for hardcover editions. The names that appeared in the Hale catalogue included Louis L'Amour, Ernest Haycox, Lewis B. Patten, William Colt MacDonald and Max Brand. Thus novice writers, only a few of whom graduated to showing more conceit than ability or knowledge of the genre, were honoured to have their first western novels placed on the same shelves as the best the world could offer.

Below, a Hale-launched talent who has never presumed to be a Big Boss Man, despite large success, tells in a lead article how he struck up a lasting friendship with one of the giants who found BHWs a refuge when a seemingly harsh decision threatened to cut short his writing life prematurely. David Whitehead (aka Ben Bridges) generously writes for us about Leonard Meares, the Australian writer better known as Marshall Grover or Marshall McCoy, creator of Larry and Stretch (Larry and Streak) and Big Jim (Nevada Jim).

You will also find the latest intriguing set of Hoofprints reports and a knowledgeable article on research for today's fiction writers by another of the true professionals -- Mike Linaker (aka Neil Hunter and Richard Wyler). 



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LAST STAND AT THE BLACK HORSE CORRAL

    "Six men beaten unconscious, three with busted jaws. Somebody got a broken arm. A bartender got a fractured skull. Hell! I just don't understand rannies like Valentine and Emerson. Why do they have to behave that way?"
    Dowling coughed behind his hand. "Uh . . . " he grunted. "From what I heard, it seems somebody insulted their home state. . . ."
Drift!
Marshall Grover

FEW writers are ever fortunate enough to number their books in the hundreds -- but BHW contributor Leonard F. Meares was one of them. When he died in 1993, Len could lay claim to more than 700 published novels -- 746, to be precise -- the overwhelming majority of which were westerns.

And yet, incredibly, only a handful of them appeared under the Black Horse Western banner.
A great irony was that all but two of his BHWs were published posthumously. The two he did get to see were Rescue a Tall Texan and Colorado Runaround.

Leonard Frank Meares was best known to western fans the world over as “Marshall Grover”, creator of Texas trouble-shooters Larry and Stretch. He was born in Sydney, Australia, on 13 February 1921, and started reading the westerns of Zane Grey, Clarence E Mulford and William Colt MacDonald when he was still a child. A lifelong movie buff with a particular fondness for shoot-’em-ups, he later recalled, “At that early age I got a kick out of the humorous patches often seen in Buck Jones films, and realised that humour should always be an integral part of any western.”

Len worked at a variety of jobs after leaving school, including shoe salesman. During the Second World War he served with the Royal Australian Air Force When he returned to civilian life in 1946, he went to work at Australia’s Department of Immigration.

The aspiring author bought his first typewriter in the mid-1950s with the intention of writing for radio and the cinema, but when this proved to be easier said than done, he decided to try his hand at popular fiction for the print media. Since a great many paperback westerns were being published locally, he set about writing one of his own. The result, Trouble Town, was published by the Cleveland Publishing Company in 1955. Although Len had devised the pseudonym “Marshall Grover” for his first book, Cleveland decided to issue it under the name Johnny Nelson. “I’m still chagrined about that,” he told me years later.

Undaunted, he quickly developed a facility for writing westerns, and Cleveland eventually put him under contract. His tenth yarn, Drift! (1956), introduced his fiddle-footed knights-errant, Larry Valentine and Stretch Emerson, the characters for which he would eventually become so beloved. And nowhere was the author’s quirky sense of humour more apparent than in these action-packed and always painstakingly plotted yarns.

With his work appearing under such names as “Ward Brennan”, “Glenn Murrell”, “Shad Denver” and even “Brett Waring” (a pseudonym more correctly associated with Keith Hetherington), Len never needed more than 24 hours to devise a new plot. “Irving Berlin once said that there are so many notes on a keyboard from which to create a new melody, and it’s the same with writing on a treadmill basis.”

At his most prolific, the by-now full-time writer could turn out around thirty books a year. In 1960, he created a brief but memorable series of westerns set in and around the town of Bleak Creek. Four years later came The Night McLennan Died, the first of more than 70 oaters to feature cavalryman-turned-manhunter Big Jim Rand.

In mid-1966, Len left Cleveland and started writing exclusively for the Horwitz Group. Quick to exploit its latest asset, Horwitz soon sold more than 30 novels to Bantam Books for publication in the United States, where for legal reasons “Marshall Grover” became “Marshall McCoy”, “Larry and Stretch” became “Larry and Streak” and “Big Jim Rand” became “Nevada Jim Gage”. With their tighter editing and wonderful James Bama covers, I believe the westerns issued during this period are probably the author’s best.

Although I started reading the Larry and Stretch series when I was about 10 years old, it wasn’t until 1979 (and I had reached the ripe old age of 21) that I finally decided to contact the author, via his publisher. When he eventually replied, I discovered a genial, self-deprecating and incredibly genuine man who showed real interest in his readers. And since we seemed to hit it off so well, what started out as a simple, one-off letter of appreciation quickly blossomed into a warm and lively correspondence which was to last for 14 years.

Len began his association with Robert Hale Limited in 1981, with Jo Jo and the Private Eye, the first of five “Marty Moon” detective novels published under the name “Lester Malloy”. Hale also issued his offbeat romance, The Future and Philomena, as by “Val Sterling”, in 1982. He even scored with two standalone crime novels, The Battle of Jericho Street (1984) as by “Frank Everton”, and Dead Man Smiling (1986), published under his own name.

His first BHW was, fittingly enough, a Larry and Stretch yarn entitled Rescue a Tall Texan (1989). It’s an entertaining entry into the long-running series in which Stretch, the homely, amiable but always slower-witted half of the duo, is kidnapped by an outlaw gang in need of a hostage. Naturally, Larry quickly sets out to track down and rescue his partner, and is joined along the way by an erudite half-Sioux Indian with the unlikely name of Cathcart P. Slow Wolf, and the always-apoplectic Pinkerton operative, Dan Hoolihan, both popular recurring characters in the series. The climax is a typically robust shootout in which Larry and Stretch mix it up with no less than 13 hardcases -- 13, in this instance, proving to be an extremely unlucky number for the bad guys.

At Len’s suggestion, the UK hardcover rights in Rescue a Tall Texan were sold to Hale by the Horwitz Group, and I’ve always wondered why Horwitz never tried to sell any further Larry and Stretch westerns on to the good people at Clerkenwell House. Certainly, these books remain enormously popular with the library readership, and Ulverscroft continue to issue large print Linford editions, even today.

In any case, Len soon decided to create a new double-act specifically for the Black Horse Western market, in the shape of husband-and-wife detectives Rick and Hattie Braddock.

Rick and Hattie first appeared in Colorado Runaround, which was published in 1991. Rick is a former cowboy, actor and gambler, Hattie (née Keever) a one-time magician’s assistant, chorus girl and knife-thrower’s target. Thrown together by circumstances, the couple eventually fall in love, get spliced and set up the Braddock Detective Agency. Their first case involves the disappearance of a wealthy rancher’s daughter, and it takes place -- as did all of Len’s westerns -- on an historically sketchy but always largely good-natured frontier, where the harsh realities of life seldom make an appearance.

And in that last respect, Len’s fiction always reflected his own character, for here was a very moral and fair-minded man with a commendably innocent, straightforward and almost naïve outlook on life -- a man who would always rather see the good in a person, place or situation than the bad.

Colorado Runaround, like the BHWs which followed it, is typical -- though not vintage -- Meares. There’s a deceptively intricate plot, regular bursts of action, oddball supporting characters and plenty of laughs. In all respects, it is the work of a writer’s writer. But the humour is somewhat hit-or-miss, and is as likely to make the story as break it.

This observation also applies to Len’s three “Rick and Hattie” sequels, The Major and the Miners (1992), in which the heroes attempt to solve a whole passel of mysteries and restore peace to an increasingly restive mining town; Five Deadly Shadows (1993), a far more satisfying kidnap story; and Feud at Greco Canyon (1994), in which the happily married sleuths work overtime to avert a full-scale range-war.

Len’s final western series, set in Rampart County, Montana, is probably his most disappointing. Montana Crisis (1993) is a pretty standard tale about how a growing town gets a sheriff -- in the form of overly officious ex-Pinkerton operative Francis X. Rooney -- and his laconic deputy, Memphis Beck. In the first adventure, they break the iron rule of megalomaniac entrepreneur Leon Coghill, but curiously, there’s more talk than action.

Things perk up a bit in the sequel, Rooney’s Second Deputy (1994), a mystery that also involves a daring robbery. This time round, the story is propelled more by gambler Beau Latimore (the deputy of the title) and Len’s supporting characters, who prove to be far more “reader friendly” than the starchy Rooney.

In summary then, it is probably fairer to judge Len’s undoubted merits as a western writer more on his Cleveland and Horwitz titles -- which I cannot praise highly enough -- than those he wrote for Hale. But why should this be?

To answer that question, we need to understand what was happening in Len’s professional life at that time they were written.

In the spring of 1991, the author was requested by Horwitz not to produce any more Larry and Stretch westerns for six months. Apparently, Horwitz had built up a substantial backlog of material, and couldn’t see much point in buying new manuscripts when there were so many older ones still awaiting publication. It was during this period that Len wrote and sold his first BHW.

When he delivered his next “Marshall Grover” book just before Christmas 1991, however, Horwitz dropped a bombshell. The company had decided to close down its paperback arm altogether, and in future would only require one Larry and Stretch story each month (as against the two Len usually produced), to sell on to the still-buoyant Scandinavian market.

Len’s wife, Vida, put it this way: “He was more or less sacked.”

Len’s immediate instinct was to find another publisher and continue writing Marshall Grover westerns for the English-speaking market. Under the terms of his contract, however, Horwitz owned both the Grover name and the Grover characters -- and weren’t about to allow him to take them anywhere else.

To a man who had spent 36 years as “the Marshall”, and almost as long writing literally hundreds of Larry and Stretch yarns, it was a devastating turn of events -- not least financially -- and Len quickly went into decline. In a letter to me, Vida Meares remembered, “When out of our home or talking on the phone, [Len] was still the same cheerful, quick-witted man, but at home he was downhearted and feeling well-nigh finished.”

And though he continued to write Larry and Stretch, he often told me how unhappy he was that his English-speaking fans, who had stuck with the series for so long, would no longer get the chance to follow the Texans’ adventures.

This, then, was the backdrop against which Len wrote his Black Horse Westerns. In low spirits, and with his professional life in turmoil, I believe he was attempting to create new characters to replace those who had become his constant companions over the years, and whom he viewed very much as his “children”. But though he gave each and every one of his BHWs as much care and attention as possible, Larry and Stretch proved to be an impossible act to follow -- which only depressed him more.

Just over a year later, in January 1993, Len contracted viral pneumonia and was hospitalised for the condition. His daughter Gaby later wrote to me, “When I visited him on 3 February, he was giving the nurses cheek and, as usual, more concerned about my mother’s welfare than his own.” Early the following morning, however, he took a sudden turn for the worse and passed away in his sleep.

Vida Meares told me, “Marshall Grover and my husband were the same person -- and Horwitz killed Marshall Grover.”

And though this was clearly not the case, I do believe that the decision taken by Horwitz to stop publishing Larry and Stretch, coupled with their refusal to allow him to take his pseudonym and characters elsewhere, certainly contributed to Len’s decline.

The last two Leonard Meares books to appear in the BHW line -- Tin Star Trio (1994) and A Quest of Heroes (1996) -- were written not by Len at all, but by Link Hullar (himself the author of five BHWs) and me, from fragments found among Len’s papers.

Tin Star Trio began life as an untitled short story featuring two drifters called Zack Holley and Curly Ryker. As soon as I started reading it, I realised that Len had been toying with the idea of continuing to write Larry and Stretch -- most probably for publication by Hale -- but changing the characters’ names to avoid any legal difficulties. The story revolved around a missing cashbox hidden in a remote canyon, and told how Zack and Curly manage to thwart the attempts of a band of outlaws to retrieve it.

Link and I both felt that it would be a nice to expand the story into a short novel, and with the blessing of Vida Meares, that’s exactly what we did. Although we aged the characters a little (because we’ve both always preferred westerns that feature older, slightly over-the-hill heroes), we tried to recapture some of the spirit of Len at his best. Even the titles of the chapters are all taken from previous Larry and Stretch books.

A Quest of Heroes came about at the suggestion Australian singer Dave Mathewson, a Marshall Grover fan from way back, who had earlier recorded a sort of “tribute album” entitled The Marshall, Larry and Stretch and Me and You. Dave’s brief plot, which was all about a bandit gang who kidnap white women in order to sell them into slavery south of the border, gave us an ideal opportunity to bring back not just Larry and Stretch (here once again masquerading as Zack and Curly), but all of Len’s best-known characters, including Big Jim Rand, Slow Wolf, Hoolihan and more. Naturally, we had to change the names of all the main players, but I like to think that we produced a book that Len would have approved of.

In any case, it’s hardly my place to pass judgement on either Tin Star Trio or A Quest of Heroes, but I must say that I could not have wished for a better collaborator on these two projects. Link Hullar, like myself, was a close friend and fan of Len’s, and I have always considered Link to be Len’s natural successor.

Even though the BHWs of Len Meares might not be among his greatest achievements, I still enjoy re-reading them occasionally. Be they good, bad or indifferent, Len himself is there in every line, and reading them again is like visiting with him again. He was a skilled and tireless writer, a truly wonderful friend, and I remember him -- will always remember him -- with tremendous affection.

-- David Whitehead, aka Ben Bridges, Glenn Lockwood and others.
Visit his personal website at www.benbridges.co.uk.

Editor's note: More reflections on the work of Marhall Grover can be found at jamesreasoner.blogspot.com/2006/04/australian-westerns














 






















 




 
Lost brand?

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Arnie's soundbite.  

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Secret history.
Tracking lighter impressions

HOOFPRINTS

The Gun That Won the West, the famous Winchester rifle, may have fired its last shot. The United States Repeating Arms Company plant, in New Haven, Connecticut, where it was manufactured since 1866, closed its doors at the end of March. A  city government spokeswoman told Agence France Presse the mayor's office had been searching for an investor to take over from Belgian manufacturer Herstal, which had bought the right to use the famous brand name from US firm Olin. "Otherwise, our fear is that the Winchester name will end up overseas," said Catherine Sullivan-DeCarlo. This would be an ironic turn for the celebrated lever-action gun that made rapid reloading and fire possible. The Winchester was based on the Henry rifle, used during the Civil War. Pioneers heading West adopted it and near-mythical personalities like Buffalo Bill made it their weapon of choice. Movies and television helped maintain the gun's celebrity status long into the 20th century.  James Stewart used the 1873 model in the classic 1950 movie Winchester '73.
 


Reading Mike Stotter's recent BHE article brought back memories for his friend and fellow BHW author David Whitehead. And a smile or two, Dave says -- "especially when I read that oh-so-true reference to my matinee-idol good looks!"  One point Dave confirmed correctly was the origin of the Ben Bridges pen-name. "I remember Mike phoning me to tell me that his sister, Lesley Bridges, had just had a baby and he was going to be called Ben. 'Ben Bridges?' I replied. 'That sounds like a western writer.' And to myself I thought, I'm having that name! And I did."  A few years later, when Mike and Dave were chatting, Mike said he, too, fancied using a pen-name. Dave suggested he used his parents' names to produce Jim A. Nelson? "Why?" Mike asked. "Because that's what you are," Dave replied. "You're Jim and Nell's son."


More fun from pen-names . . . David Whitehead also remembers getting the shock of his life many years ago when he saw the Arnold Schwarzenegger movie Commando. "There was a scene where Arnie's character is being taken by plane to some remote island. As he settles into his seat, a voice on the tannoy system announces, 'Ben Bridges will be served shortly.' It still sounded like that to me when I saw the film again recently. But what the voice actually said, of course, was 'Beverages will be served shortly.'"


Australian-based BHW writer Keith Hetherington (aka Jake Douglas, Clayton Nash, Hank J. Kirby, Tyler Hatch) envied the picture posted with colleague Chap O'Keefe's recent Extra article on Writers and Money. "Aw, mate, that view from your studio window! When I lived on top of Buderim Mountain, I had a view across bushland to the Southern Coral Sea and the islands of Moreton Bay -- some of the highest sand dunes in the world gleaming white there." But after major health problems, it became necessary for Keith to find somewhere flatter. "So now I live at the bottom of Buderim Mountain. There's a lot of bush around, plenty of birdlife and so on, though I do miss my sea view. Very restful after a day in the desert or out on the range shooting the bad guys et cetera! As for my present doings . . . well, a real chop-suey . . . .  Have finished what could well be the last in the Madigan series, though I've left an open ending in case I get the urge to return to it."



Tips from the past for writers of BHWs. . . . Way back in the golden age of American pulp fiction, a new editor of the magazine Adventure sent out a circular letter to his team of authors. He said, "A good Adventure story is one the reader puts down feeling 'By God, there was a man! I could follow a guy like that anywhere.'" The editor advised fictional exploration of the motives that led men to become the likes of cowboys and sailors. "What dreams or inarticulate ideals, yearnings or hopes drove them?" He also said women were welcome in Adventure stories, "contrary to some mistaken opinion". Men and women belonged to one another: "It is normal and rather wholesome to find either where the other is . . . . Many of the finest and best remembered of Adventure's outstanding stories contained women characters of really vivid personality." One BHW writer who has heeded this lesson for years is Chap O'Keefe. In July, Robert Hale Ltd publish Misfit Lil Rides In, the first title in a new series of westerns featuring a lively and entertaining young rebel in the dime-novel tradition of Hurricane Nell and Calamity Jane.


Western novels and Hollywood often portray the Old West's ordinary folk as cowards, with shopkeepers and farmers quaking in their boots in the face of wild cowboys, brawlers or outlaws. But retired history professor Roger D. McGrath told The New American magazine that the population was disproportionately strong, courageous, adventurous and enterprising. Those who weren't, didn't migrate to the frontier. "Think of Shane. In reality, most farmers were tough as nails and so, too, were many shopkeepers. Moreover, most of them were well armed and had grown up using firearms to put food on the table, to keep Indians at bay, and to drive the nail or snuff the candle at shooting matches." Additionally, in the 1860s, '70s, and '80s, many  on the frontier were veterans of the Mexican or Civil Wars. "If ever there were a people not to fool with, even if they lived in a town, it was those who inhabited the Old West. The James and Dalton gangs learned this the hard way. In September 1876, the James gang -- eight strong -- rode into Northfield, Minnesota, intending to rob the First National Bank. The townsfolk grabbed guns and routed them. These were ordinary citizens -- butchers, bakers, barbers, hardware merchants, and nary a lawman among them."


A May exhibition at the Mary Newton Gallery, Wellington, was The World Keeps Turning, in which New Zealand sculptor Scott Eady investigated aspects of manhood through the classic 1953 movie Hondo, starring John Wayne. The centrepiece was a life-size Wayne cast in resin, encased in buckskin, eyes shielded by the broad brim of his hat, and about to fire the last shots from his Winchester rifle. His gunbelt was empty of all but one cartridge -- 36 of them had been spent on empty bronze bean cans shot full of lead and littering the floor. One can remained standing on a fence-post, awaiting the Winchester’s final blast. A huge inflatable moon, bearing the marks of three bullet entry holes, sat just feet away, a gesture of Hondo’s love for an anonymous woman. Eady said, “Hondo was one of the most unobtainable characters ever played by Wayne. He portrayed an image no man could ever live up to. My Hondo lovingly reproduces the aesthetic associated with westerns and cowboys but sends up its hollowness, evident in one of  Wayne’s own quotes: 'Tomorrow – the time that gives a man just one more chance – is one of the many things that I feel are wonderful in life. So’s a good horse under you. Or the only campfire for miles around. Or a quiet night and a nice soft hunk of ground to sleep on. . . .  It comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.'”


Britain's National Film Theatre ran a season of movies under the title Tales from the Big Country: the Classic Westerns. In the newspaper The Independent, commentator David Thomson argued that the classics were long gone, "And a good thing, too," he said, "because they rarely told the truth about the lyin' and cheatin' that won the West." But Thomson was also critical of the newer generation of screen westerns. "Deadwood reeks of period detail and foul language. The latter is less easy to defend. Truth to tell, history suggests that amid violence, cruelty and exploitation, the 19th-century West was strangely God-fearing, and not much given to profanity. It's just that by today's tough standards we assume that the language was coarse and the sexual relations constant. Of course, the real history of medicine suggests something different. A lot of hoodlums in those days may have been shy and scared of the pox."
 


The world's fascination with the American frontier is deep-rooted. A scholarly new book from the University of Oklahoma Press explores for the first time how in the early 19th century Britons avoided simplification and instead portrayed the native peoples in a surprisingly complex light. The book is American Indians in British Art, 1799-1840 and includes 17 colour and 34 black and white illustrations. The author is Dr Stephanie Pratt, a tribal member of the Crow Creek Dakota Sioux, and currently senior lecturer in art history at the University of Plymouth in Devon. She explains that during the period covered, the British allied themselves with Indian tribes to counter the American colonial rebellion. Their artists pitched in to produce a large volume of work focusing on the Indians. Although these works depicted their subjects as noble or ignoble savages, they also represented Indians as active participants in contemporary society.

                                                   

Wanted: Contributions of Hoofprints and longer items! This supplement for ALL readers and writers of BHWs is now produced separately from the Yahoo BHW discussion group owned by Howard Hopkins (Lance Howard). The group continues to operate under membership conditions enforced to suit wishes that deny free flow of speech and information about westerns, their authors and readership. Meanwhile, this site will be happy to circulate YOUR news and tips on Black Horse Westerns and kindred topics. Everything that is apposite will see the light of day as long as it isn't illegal. It will certainly not be necessary for your viewpoints to coincide with Howard's friends'! Suppression is not the name of the game. The online magazine Black Horse Express was until very recently run with a similar open-door policy by Keith Chapman, an experienced editor whose BHE work was appreciated and praised world-wide. If you can support this new project, or supply feedback even in a small way, please contact us at feedback@blackhorsewesterns.com


























  What's in a name.

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Mike Linaker on research

PUTTING THE FACTS IN FICTION

    The lone rider came slowly across the burning, empty plain toward Fort Cameron, Texas. Behind him stretched the Texas badlands, a dry, cruel land of eroded rock, sand and dust, towering mesas and flat plain. Ahead of him, far to the northwest, beyond the fort, lay the silent wilderness of the Llano Estacado: The Staked Plains.
    It was mid-August. The time of white-hot days that brought with them a shimmering curtain of silence, shrouding the savage land and everything on it.
The Savage Journey
Richard Wyler

THE essence of being a writer, apart from the overwhelming need to write, is undiminishing curiosity. It comes with the territory.

To write you need knowledge of your chosen subject -- and in the context of Black Horse Westerns that centres around all things Western. The buzz word is research. It is an added pleasure that sits right alongside the actual writing (the creative part), because in seeking out whatever it is you need, there's a learning curve that brings its own reward.

Curiosity is a wonderful thing. It constantly adds to your personal store of understanding. Any research always leaves little scraps of information inside your head that stay with you even when the initial reason has been and gone. So your writing benefits and your own internal storehouse gains a little bit more for yourself.

When I started writing and chose westerns as my subject, I had a little knowledge on the genre. To add authenticity to my work I needed to go and find what I needed. Back then all I had to aid me were magazines and books, and my own enthusiasm and initiative. Over time I built up a research library, adding to it as and when I needed. It could be an expensive means to an end. On the plus side I found as much enjoyment as I did helpful material.

Today the writer has the whole world at his fingertips in the form of the Internet. A simple request, hit the key, and you are rewarded with site after site on the chosen subject.  Anyone with a computer and access to the Internet has it all there waiting.  Whatever your query -- an example might be "relay stations" or "bandits" -- you should use the search engines (Google, or whatever else is available).

Just put in your key words and the search will give you what you want. Make your choices from the responses and do what writers do – read, assimilate, pick your facts and figures and pare it down to what fits your story. It is as simple as that. But to gain the ultimate benefit you need to do it yourself, because by doing that you add to your own store of background information that will be there next time round.

A couple of days ago I needed some detail on the Bedouin of Jordan, to bring into a current script. I spent a couple of hours on the Internet and ended up with just what I needed. As a plus, I learned a lot about the lives and customs of the Bedouin that was as absorbing as it was informative. All it took was a single word typed into Google and there it was.

"Go west, young man" can be translated today as "Go Google, young man."  It's already there on your computer. All you have to do is ask the question.

What, then, if the information supplied looks too scanty for your needs?

Basic can be the word from some search sites -- but in the end a fragment can be enough to spark off the imagination, my friend. And that's the key to writing: imagination.

Too much nonsense is clucked about genre fiction. Remember that's what it is: FICTION. Some western critics get in a steam with their comments. They bandy about claims that "writers of westerns can't know their subject of they don't come from Born & Bred Gulch, Right In The Middle of Cowboy Arizona Land." Unless we are "genuine US citizens we can't write westerns."

I don't see why these folk get into such a lather. No one is trying to steal anything from them. We just want to write interesting, enjoyable pieces of escapist fiction. That applies to American writers, too. Of course, you will always get the stiff-backed writers who get all huffy about the western being the sole property of the USA. They should be pleased that there are readers and writers across the globe who believe enough in the genre, and have an abiding love of the subject, to want to keep it alive.

The imagination, dedication to a realistic scenario and the desire to make it believable (and this all within the accepted definition of a fictional West) should be enough.

As the decades roll on and anyone who might have lived within the "Western era" die, fewer and fewer people can claim to have lived through that time. Okay, so Writer X might have been born and raised in Arizona/New Mexico/Wyoming etcetera, and raised on a horse/cattle ranch. That's great. But does it automatically equip him to write about gunfights, or Indian wars and rustling, more than anyone else?  We are in 2006, a long, long way from the pioneer days. So to have been born in the US doesn't necessarily equip a writer with hands-on experience.

I am not attempting to put down anyone, or anything, here -- just trying to say that a writer, any writer, depends on a number of facets to bring his writing into perspective. The need is to write, to love his subject, to do serious research, and above to give each piece of work his best.

Also on the list comes what, I believe, is the crowning achievement -- that the writer gives the reader an enjoyable experience; makes them laugh, cry, get excited at the triumphs of the characters and leaves them satisfied at the end.

Spy novel, thriller, horror, science fiction, western. No writer in any of those genres will have experienced all the events within the book. But does that matter if the finished product has been written honestly and makes the reader feel he has been through something true to its subject matter? As a reader I want to be entertained, perhaps taught a little, but the writer's background makes no difference to me. Male, female, American, Chinese -- the word on the page is what gets my interest. If I read a western and finish it thinking, "What a great, realistic western," and then find out the author is a retired 60-year-old Welshman, does that diminish my feelings for the book? I think not.

The writer Lee Child has written a series of novels about his character Jack Reacher, a former US military cop. The books are set in America and are written in hard, authentic detail. They are very popular, sell well – and Lee Child was born in  and spent most of his life in England.  So what does that spell out? That origins don't mean a damn thing when it comes to writing.

-- Mike Linaker who writes westerns as Neil Hunter and Richard Wyler. His website is at www.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/hunter




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Devil’s Reach
James D. Statham
0 7090 8009 3
Hanging Party
James Gordon White
0 7090 8012 3
Retribution Trail   
M. Duggan
0 7090 8014 X
The Bonanza Trail
John Dyson
0 7090 8023 9
The Hanging of Charlie Darke
William Durey
0 7090 8026 3
Calhoun's Bounty
I. J. Parnham
0 7090 8000 X
A Town Called Defiance
Tom Benson
0 7090 8011 5
Devil's Range
Skeeter Dodds
0 7090 8028 X
Lawman Without A Gun
Clive Dawson
0 7090 8031 X
Trail Wolves     
Clayton Nash
0 7090 8036 0
Hard As Nails
Billy Hall
0 7090 8041 7
Trail Of A Hard Man
Chuck Tyrell
0 7090 8042 5
Guns Across Red River
Hugh Martin
0 7090 8044 1
Dalton's Bluff
Ed Law
0 7090 8045 X
Freighter's Way
Abe Dancer
0 7090 8048 4





Ten new titles are issued every month as BHWs -- tough, traditional or, sometimes, off-trail. The brand caters for all tastes.

July 2006’s impressive lineup will include West of Tombstone by Owen G. Irons (a pseudonym of the American wordsmith Paul Lederer),  Marshal Law by Corba Sunman, Vengeance at Bittersweet by Dale Graham, Badlanders by Ben Nicholas (a prolific Australian writer, Paul Wheelahan, who has now notched up more than 900 westerns) and The Jayhawkers by popular Elliot Conway. Warbonnet Creek is by Greg Mitchell, another Australian who made his BHW debut a few months ago with Outlaw Vengeance. Chap O'Keefe, author of the recent Ghost Town Belles and currently working on a seventeenth BHW at his home in New Zealand, presents Misfit Lil Rides In, introducing what is believed to be BHWs' first heroine to feature in her own series. 

August will bring Bad Day at Caliente, another Angel adventure by Daniel Rockfern. Whether this is one of Mike Linaker‘s contributions to the series, or the work of Angel creator Fred Nolan, remains to be seen. Australian Keith Hetherington strikes twice with Dead Where You Stand as Tyler Hatch and Nevada Hawk as Hank J. Kirby. Preliminary reports indicate Nevada Hawk is one of the author’s most intriguing and effective westerns. Other worthy BHW veterans on hand in August are L. D. Tetlow, who contributes Murder of Los Cahuillas to the schedule, and J. D. Kincaid, whose latest novel is The Devil's  Left Hand.


Black Horse Westerns can be requested at public libraries, ordered at good bookstores, or bought from online retailers such as Amazon UK, WH Smith, Blackwells and Tesco.
Trade inquiries to: Combined Book Services, Units I/K, Paddock Wood Distribution Centre, Paddock Wood, Tonbridge, Kent TN12 6UU.
Tel: (+44) 01892 837 171 Fax: (+44) 01892 837 272
Email: orders@combook.co.uk



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