Pistol Belt by Dean
Owen Monarch
Books, 1961 reviewed by Mike Baker Hazard Coyle was ending the American Civil War as poor as
he’d started it. Hanging Niles Tree, the day after the surrender at
Appomattox, made sense. Tree’s neighbors hated him and his wealth, not in a
bank, was in a massive cattle herd and a mercantile business. Killing Niles
Tree in front of his wife and children made sense too. It would be easier to
run them off. Coyle reinvents himself in the border town
of La Casitas by single handedly cleansing the town of hardcases, whores,
loafers, drunks and gamblers with a bullwhip and a pistol. Hazard Coyle has
everything he’s ever wanted. Wealth. Power. The love of a beautiful woman.
And all of this is spoiled by former Confederate officer Martin Tree, brother
of the man he murdered at war’s end, driving his own herd to graze on his new
partner’s spread right next door to Coyle’s Hub Ranch. Yancey Noughton, Martin Tree’s partner, is
a broke, drunken aristocrat with a ranch to sell—when Martin Tree offers him
50% of Tree’s herd for 50% of Naughton’s spread. Tree also plans to Murder
Coyle, for the cold blooded murder of Niles, but Naughton is desperate so he
agrees. Also, Naughton has a wife whose desperate for a dude who doesn’t have
whiskey dick. Sorry. That was cheap. She starts in on convincing Tree to run
off or kill her husband Yancey. Wading into this roiling melodrama was not
appetizing to me at all. The whole plot stretches the oft times already over
stretched credulity of a western plot and this one was straddling pulp
zaniness and mid-century melodrama in the awfulest possible way. Don’t let that stop you because the book
is much more complex than that. Martin Tree has been running wild cattle
hunts in the Texas brasada, which is a brutal and deadly place, to build a
herd—while looking after his inept and immature adopted brother Bud since
childhood. He’s also been hunting Coyle on the vengeance trail for three
years and on the cusp of getting him, Martin is mentally and emotionally
exhausted. He is coming apart at the seams. Underneath the ridiculous plotting is a
character study of a man whose need to avenge his brother is at odds with his
need to build something for him and his remaining brother. The book is really
about how the selfish nature of hate destroys us and how can we find a way to
survive our own self-immolation. Granted, I had to wade through about 40 pages
before I realized that but it was worth it. The novel gets darker and more
violent as we move closer to the inevitable confrontation’s murderous
conclusion. Dean Owen (Dudley Dean McGaughy) came
recommended to me as a hardboiled western author and reading this, I came to
understand I wasn’t sure what hardboiled meant. I can define noir* but
hardboiled was only vaguely defined for me. It was something I understood
from Hemingway’s dead souled ex-soldiers and Hammett’s coldly pragmatic
detectives. Neither made sense in a western story though. Post wars America (those times after major
conflicts: WWII, Korea, Vietnam) left many needing a way to reconcile their
war time experience with the world they now inhabited. I can’t speak for
other “hardboiled” western authors or even Dean Owen’s other books but, if we
apply the term here, it seems to refer to the question, how do you learn to
thrive after massive trauma. And forgive me for this very topical language,
the hardboiled post wars writers seem to be trying to understand how to heal themselves,
and the men around them, which seems to be a concept they themselves didn’t
even understand they were doing. * * * I wrote all this leaving out what you probably are here to
read. Owen writes a slow boiling tense western with sporadic but visceral and
gory fight scenes. The dialogue is clunky at times and the narrative is, as
previously mentioned, a bit ridiculous but hang in. Owen slowly builds his
case. He’s setting us up for something big and it’s worth the wait. |
*My definition of noir
is a story told from the criminal’s perspective where the reader understands
that the criminal’s plan is doomed to failure ahead of the narrator. Noir
never works out. Thus, the Parker books aren’t noir but Double Indemnity is
noir. |
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