A Gunslingers Affliction
Exceptional Western Thriller
A Novel by Ronald Garver
The insanity of gunslinging reveals a doomsday horror.
John Wesley Hardin has already killed a man for snoring, and it shows in his demeanor. “Draw you polecat!” he shouts squinting. John Wesley slows his movements, and then reels twenty-five paces to face Frank!
Cringe in horror with Frank’s terrifying encounter with an ancient relic tormenting his soul, and his passion for life falters.
A Gunslingers Affliction resides in the fifth dimension of imagination birthing terrifying ancient relics, violent hallucinations, and deformed organisms.
Garver’s elite talent for choosing Frank McLaury, an underdog loaner of the old west, to represent his Exceptional Western Thriller therein lurks his impenetrable creature. Anxiety burns Frank’s blood-to-blood relationship to his father identifying Frank as the fastest gunslinger alive.
Ride along with Frank and Tom McLaury as they discover a mountain from Hell and gold streaming down for the taking. Suddenly a creature thrashes out of the brush heading straight for them!
Frank’s horror in the wilderness mellows, beset by the tenderness of a gorgeous Mexican girl he rescues from a notorious gang of outlaws, falls in love.
Garver has an odd affinity for writing exceptional kick-ass western novels.
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What manner of life describes in these pages as the everyday existence of outlawry that on a chilly October morning, Frank McLaury, would wake to reckon with force, a demon in his daily existence of outlawry? Time held for him its course life and many unexpected circumstances.
What charms has it for all the young ill-disposed gunslingers, what allurements for the most jolter-headed of these young outlaws?
There would be no galloping on moonlit meadows. No merry-makings in the snuggest of all possible saloons, none of the attractions of dress, no denim, no cowboy boots, no duster coats, or chaps, none of the freedoms with which ‘the trail’ has provided. No twinkling stars to show and brighten their chasms or the continuous low hum of katydids, crickets, or birds yodeling. No … Why then, the dregs of Frank’s life and his speech did not offend the ear, nor should it serve the purpose of a moral, as well as its froth and cream.
The cold, wet shelterless midnight streets of Del Rio, Texas; the foul and frowzy dens of iniquity where outlawry, tightly packed; but the chosen lacked the power to destroy the haunts of evil and vengefulness or have not the willfulness to do so. What were the attractions of these renegade gunslingers?
Character protagonists chose because of their relevant circumstances, some because of their uncommon neutrality, others, because of a tender moment solved memories of bygone days.
Countless outlaws, however, once so refined and of such a delicate nature, that they could not bear the contemplation of the ordinary outlawry horrors, not that they turned instinctively into outlawry, but that they used outlawry to suit them, it was their wretchedness in delicate disguise.
A Massaroni in green velvet is an enchanting woman in short petticoats and fancy dress, a beauty to imitate in portrayal and have it engraved on beautiful songs.
A Sikes is a woman in a coarse cotton gown and cheap shawl, insupportable, not idolized.
Virtue turns from dirty stockings and vice to ribbons and cheerful attire, women change their names, as wedded ladies do, and become romantic.
I saw many strong reasons for pursuing this course. I had read of thieves by scores; seductive fellows, amiable for the most part, faultless in dress, plump in the pocket, choice in horse-flesh, bold in bearing, fortunate in gallantry, great at a song, a bottle, a pack of cards or dice-box – fitting companions for the bravest hombre.
Frank Mclaury had never met with uncomfortable reality what appeared to him, that to draw upon the kind of associates in outlawry, that misery ever existed. He need not paint them in all their deformities or all their wretchedness for a need to show them in all their squalid misery of their lives and show them as they were, forever skulking through their dirtiest paths of life with the great black ghastly gallows closing up their prospect turning them where they might.
It appeared to me the need to write this discourse as an attempt perhaps, to reveal their lives, loves, conflicts some of which, imposed upon them because of the Civil War, other occupations chosen for no other reason than laziness, and the unwillingness to do hard work such as wrangling and eating dirt. The outcome of either would be a disservice to their forerunners.
To affront death at his head, Frank McLaury questioned whether any man would turn outlaw because of the circumstances reprieved, seemed to him beside the issue.
Although, as a writer and researcher, I asked myself was outlawry really because of the Civil War, or could any man be deterred from turning outlaw, or was their fellow citizen throwing them to the wolves, contemptuous because the subjects were brain weary and regarded them as weak or inferior. Some ignored the threat of a death sentence by men no better than they were.
Alternatively, the resistance to the Texas Rangers new treaties seeking law and order at any cost was the creed of the outlaw.
The McLaury family had a doctrine seeking lawful regard for humanity unless bodily harm was imminent.
John Wesley Hardin however, practiced law in Orangeville, Texas, was sometimes witty, sometimes contemptible, and all the time dealt death. He expounded a satire of works on society that had no equal or general objectiveness except to rectify his craving for killing. Some would say that the lack of execution made him moody, mean, ugly, regardless of obvious examples in sincere respect, it gave him a wider aim to exorcise incantations on humankind.
The McLaury’s, on the other hand, influential, well-educated lawyers, ranchers, learned gunslinging as a recourse to keeping peace among their associates. Moving from New York, the McLaury’s were well mannered, respectable, who believed in fairness and the rights of humanity.
Claudette Mendez, a beautiful Mexican girl, taken as hostage in Mexico, observed by Frank McLaury, that her devotion to the brutal Mrs. Clanton, her beatings did not seem human. Frank McLaury objected to Mrs. Clanton’s insanity in the same breath with some inconsistency as ventured to think…