Showing posts with label Western Fictioneer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Western Fictioneer. Show all posts

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Ranger Jim’s Ramblings

Just finished reading fellow Western Fictioneer Larry Sweazy’s The Gila Wars, the (regrettably) last volume in his Josiah Wolfe Texas Ranger series. If anyone wants to see a fine example of how to write a fine Texas Ranger novel, read any of Larry’s Josiah Wolfe stories.

Which brings us to the subject of today’s blog: How to write a Texas Ranger novel. I’m hardly an expert on the subject; however, I’ve penned a few in my time, and have come up with some pointers on what to and not to do. Quite a bit of what you’ll see here is already known by most of us, but some will undoubtedly be new, and some will bear repeating.

I’d like to say, to begin, that a novel is fiction. Sounds stupid to say that, but with so many people willing to nit-pick the smallest thing in a novel, it’s worth saying. Of course you want to avoid major errors, but it’s perfectly all right to come up with places, towns, and businesses that didn’t exist, and shift things around. That’s why it’s fiction.

First, and most important: Never, EVER have your Texas Ranger wearing a uniform. The Rangers never have and never will wear uniforms. Putting your Ranger in a uniform is a dead giveaway you have no idea about your subject.

Which brings us to Second: Badges. Despite popular legend, the Rangers never officially adopted badges until well into the 20th century. Yes, some Rangers did start wearing badges in the late 1800s, but not all. As far as Rangers hand-carving their badges from Mexican five or ten peso coins, that’s most likely untrue. The more likely story is some men commissioned badges to be made.

Get past those first two items which have tripped up many a writer of Ranger tales and you’re well on your way.

Now for some other thoughts and advice.

I personally would say don’t write a novel with the main character being any of the more famous frontier era Rangers, such as Big Foot Wallace, “Rip” Ford, Leander McNelly, Jim Gillett, and such later Rangers as Bill McDonald or Frank Hamer. There’s already been plenty written about them, plus there are plenty of people willing to point out any error you make. If you want to use an actual historic Texas Ranger figure as the main character in your novel, I would suggest using any of the thousands of lesser-known Rangers. There are plenty to choose from. And in most cases it’s hard for anyone to dispute anything you might write about any of those lesser-known Rangers. You see, the Texas State Capitol burned down in 1881, and the flames destroyed most of the records of the early Rangers. So quite often you can take your actual Ranger and put him (yes, him, no female Rangers until the 1970s) in any setting you wish, and describe him however you’d like.

Which brings us to research. Obviously, the loss of those records dealt a severe blow to researching the Rangers prior to 1881. However, it may be difficult, but it’s not impossible. One of the best sources is the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame and Museum in Waco. They have the most complete records in existence of the Texas Rangers and their members from the organization’s founding to the present day, and are more than happy to help writers, researchers, and historians. Depending on how much information you want, there can be a fee, but as a source the Museum can be invaluable.

And of course there are plenty of books which can give you a ton of information. Walter Prescott Webb’s classic history of the Rangers is probably the most well-known. Others who have written excellent histories of the Rangers include Charles Robinson III, Robert Utley, and Michael Cox. Cox’s series of Texas Ranger Tales books includes both verified and possibly apocryphal tales, all of which are highly entertaining. A true story from his Texas Rangers Tales II is the basis for my forthcoming entry in the WF West of the Big River Series, The Ranger. Mr. Cox was gracious enough to grant me permission to use his work.

Also, don’t forget some of the overlooked resources available to the modern writer, resources which didn’t exist fifty, even twenty or thirty years ago.

One of my most valuable go-to sources is the simplest of all: The excellent annual Texas State Travel Guide put out by the Texas Department of Transportation, along with its accompanying road map. If you need basic information about nearly any community in Texas, it’s in there. One especially important piece of information included in the city entries is the founding date. That’s one thing anyone writing a novel set in frontier Texas needs to be especially careful about. Many towns in Texas that folks assume have been there since the days of the Texas Republic simply weren’t. For example, say you want to set your Texas Ranger story in the Texas Panhandle, in the year 1881. You start off your book by having your Ranger ride into Lubbock. Uh-uh. Lubbock wasn’t founded until 1909. Okay, we’ll move the story down to Amarillo. Again, wrong. Amarillo was founded in 1887. I’ve been tripped up once or twice in this area, or nearly so. So have some other writers I could mention, including some native Texans. A quick glance at the Texas State Travel Guide for the town you want to use will let you know if it existed at the time frame of your story. Saves a lot of grief later. And the road map can give you a basic idea of distances between points, which fools a lot of folks. Texas is a lot bigger than most people realize.

While I’ve been to Texas a number of times, and have been through most of the state, I can’t claim, like Louis L’Amour liked to brag about his settings (his claims were exaggerated, by the way) that if there’s a place in my story I’ve been there. However, if I haven’t, and need to get a good look at the landscape and geography of the area, I just go to Google street view. Bounce the little yellow guy around the roads in the territory where your story is set and you’ll get a good idea of what it looks like, good enough so your geographical descriptions will be accurate. After all, you don’t want to have high, pine covered mountains if your story is set in far south Texas. Another advantage of Google maps is if you need an idea of how far your character has to ride from one point to another, get the directions from Google maps. The mileage won’t be the same as a hundred and fifty years ago, when the roads which existed were dirt and much less direct, but with what Google provides you can work out a good idea of how far your character would have to travel.

It’s also helpful to have friends who know the Rangers, plus others who know things you may not. I count on my buddy retired Texas Ranger Jim Huggins for a lot of background on the Rangers. Then, I count on my friends Karl Rehn and Penny Riggs for information about weapons of the period I’m writing about. My knowledge of firearms is limited, so their help is invaluable. So if you have anyone who can help your research, cultivate that resource. Give them credit in your book, and you’ll find most folks are eager to help.

So there you have it. Get your basic knowledge of Texas, write a story with plenty of action, ridin’, and shootin’, and you’ve got your Texas Ranger novel. With the Rangers being one of the most legendary law enforcement agencies ever, and with lots of people still being fascinated by the Rangers and their history, you’ve already got a ready-made base audience. However, when it comes to marketing that book, you’re on your own. If I could solve that problem I’d be rich and retired. 

         

Friday, March 8, 2013

FRIDAY FIVE by FRANK RODERUS

Here are the five burning questions we must know about Frank Roderus!


1. Most exciting day of your life was?

Has to be the day I sold my first book. It was to a little known (and now defunct) outfit called Independence Press. For some reason they mailed the acceptance letter to my parents' house. I always used their address as the return address on mss just in case there was a postal foul-up. This time I almost outsmarted myself. My father didn't recognize the name of the publisher and assumed they were trying to sell something so he pitched the envelope without opening it. My mother fished it out of the trash can - twice - and told him to open it. So I found out I was to be a published author via a phone call from my folks. I don't even remember the drive between my house and theirs so I could see that wonderful letter. I can still recall the joy, after all these years and all the contracts.




2. My favorite food is?

I'm a simple soul. Burgers and dogs fill the bill for me. (But I like steak and caviar just fine too, thank you very much.)


3. My favorite car I ever owned was?



Oh, my. That is a toss-up between my first car, a 1931 Ford Model A roadster in great shape despite its age. Best of all the top could drop part-way down, giving the effect of a black curtain between the front seat and the rumble seat so neither party could see what the other was doing. It was great for double dating. The other candidate would be my best (and fastest), a 1956 Porsche Speedster. Bright red, of course. It was a great car for a teenage idiot. Which I was. But a happy one, I assure you.




4. The best book I ever read is...?


EAST OF EDEN by John Steinbeck. It encompasses so much of the human spirit. So much joy and pain and effort and hope and...okay, I just love the thing. Did when I first read it, still do. Some things you can't go back to after the passage of years. That book retains its power, at least to me.



5.My favorite song is...? Because?

MOON RIVER, as sung by Andy Williams. Because of memories. I didn't get the girl. But she was special. I wish her well, wherever she is.

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

(Moon river, wider than a mile)
(I'm crossin' you in style some day)
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after that same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

(Moon river, moon river)

To see all of Frank's books, click here:
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Saturday, February 9, 2013

SIX SENTENCE SATURDAY--KANE'S REDEMPTION by Cheryl Pierson


If you’re like me, you have a few rules for writing–and for reading. In my writing there are some things I would “never” do. Here’s a list of the top three:

Rule #1 – I never write in first person.
Rule #2 – I never write from a child’s point of view.
Rule #3 – I always have romance somewhere in my stories.

Well…one out of three ain’t bad.






I threw Rule #1 out the window when I picked up my pen and started Kane’s Redemption. I wrote it in first person. It’s the first work of fiction I’ve ever written from this perspective, and after I wrote it, I knew there would be two more of these novellas to follow. There was no better way to tell this story of young Will Green and Jacobi Kane – and the secret that stands between them.

Will is a child when the story begins, but a young man by the conclusion. So, I guess you could say I broke my own “Rule #2” as well. But there are some stories that have to be told by the child, to take hold of the innocence that only a child possesses and manages to hold on to in the face of reality. Who could have told Scout’s story better than Scout, in To Kill a Mockingbird? No one. She was the perfect character to tell us what was happening and the perfect filter for us to see for ourselves those things she couldn’t put into words. Through her eyes, we saw everything. I knew that Will had to tell the story of what happened to him and how Jacobi Kane rescued him…and what happened afterward.

Growing up in the 1800’s on the prairie of the southwest would make an adult of you quickly; even quicker if you watched your entire family murdered in the space of five minutes. This story is not just about Will, though – it’s also about Jacobi Kane, who has some secrets of his own. Although he rescues Will, he wrestles with demons that can’t be fought alone – but how can Will help? In the end, who is the true rescuer – Will, or Jacobi Kane?

Romance? Well, there’s a bit of that. But it’s the romance that comes with new beginnings and the kiss of forgiveness–sweet, touching and straight from the heart. Come to think of it, the romance in Kane’s Redemption is a bit different from anything else I’ve ever written, too.

This story came from somewhere deep; a place I didn’t know existed. It’s a gift I hope you will take as much pleasure in reading as I did in writing.


Book 2 in the trilogy, Kane’s Promise, was released in the summer of 2012, and book 3, Kane’s Destiny, will be released in March, 2013.

I will be giving away a copy of KANE’S REDEMPTION today! All you have to do is leave a comment, and please leave your e-mail address so I can contact you! I will leave you with the blurb and a couple of excerpts. Hope you enjoy!

BLURB:
A ten-year-old boy fights for his life when he is taken prisoner by a band of raiding Apache. Steeling himself for death, Will Green is shocked when a lone man walks into the Apache camp to rescue him several days later.

Driven by the secret he carries, Jacobi Kane has followed the Indians for days and needs to make his move to save the boy. With the odds stacked eight against one, his chances for success look pretty slim. But even if he’s able to rescue the boy and they get out alive, what then?

SIX SENTENCE SATURDAY EXCERPT:

Tonight would be my night to die. Red Eagle and his men had kept me alive to their own end, for the last several days. Now, they argued, and though I didn’t speak Apache, it wasn’t hard to tell what they meant. We had ridden across endless miles of desert, populated only by saguaro cactus and rattlesnakes for days. I wasn’t sure how many. The men talked amongst themselves, their faces smeared with war paint. Garish and frightening, they had seemed to me from the moment they took me. Now, they seemed hideous, almost laughable.


EXCERPT FROM KANE’S REDEMPTION:

Red Eagle moved back just as fast as before and I felt my cheek burning. Blood dripped off his blade and that was it. I went after that red devil like I had lost my wits. I guess, truthfully, I had – because I don’t remember anything about it, except how good the first smash of my fist in his face felt.

Blood ran from Red Eagle’s nose and he cried out in a snarl of anger and pain and surprise.
I felt a pulse of energy rush through me, and I wrapped my fingers around his throat like he’d done to Mama. I tightened them and his blood streamed warm and slick over my grip. His eyes began to bulge, and I thought in another minute, maybe I could have the vengeance I had wanted so badly for the past week.

Papa always said a man’s quick wits are sometimes his only defense. I was exultant. I may have been foolish for what I did, and I felt sure Papa and I would disagree sharply on the use of my wits. But I did what I had to do.


Suddenly, rough hands were upon me, pulling at me. But I was like a mad dog, snarling, and foaming at the mouth in my pent up anger and hatred that was finally spilling out. What a glorious opportunity! Even if I died for it, I knew I couldn’t have passed it up – whether Papa might have approved, or not.

The Indians were all speaking at once, yelling, calling out, laughing. The moon was full, providing even more light than what the fire gave, making the night seem even hotter, as if the sun still shone on us. From somewhere in the distance of the woods beyond, I heard the call of the owls, and I knew enough Injun to know what that meant to them.

Someone was going to die. It might be me, but I was doing my damnedest to take Red Eagle with me.
A gunshot split the night air. “Dammit, stop it!” Hands like steel bands wrapped around my shoulders and jerked me off of Red Eagle. “Stop it!”

I couldn’t answer. I was breathing too hard, panting like the mad dog I had become. My hands balled into fists and flexed open again and again, and my fingers were sticky with Red Eagle’s blood. My own pulse sang through my veins in a triumph I had never experienced before.

“Boy, straighten up or you’re gonna get us both killed.” The voice was calm. I stopped struggling and looked up into the face of a white man. A white man had walked right into Red Eagle’s camp. I figured, now, those owls would have plenty more to tell – at least one more death.

But he didn’t seem worried. He held his rifle at the ready, pointed in the general direction of the group of eight Indians that rode in Red Eagle’s band. I glanced around the half-circle of painted faces, and I couldn’t help gloating. They all looked as if they’d met up with some kind of spirit or demon more wicked than they were. And that was going some.

“Can you ride bareback?”

I nodded. I guessed I could, I wanted to tell him. Been doin’ it for a damn week.

“Need help getting on?”

I shook my head and he let me go real slow. “Pick the one you can manage best and get settled on him. Take Red Eagle’s rifle and bullets.”

“Wait!” Red Eagle challenged. He rolled onto his side, wiping the blood from his nose. It pleased me greatly to hear that he wheezed when he spoke. “You take our horses, our weapons—”

“I ain’t takin’ your lives, you bastard. And I ain’t takin’ all your weapons,” the big man answered in a slow drawl. “Only yours. Pitch that knife over this way, and do it easy. My trigger finger is mighty nervous tonight.”

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