Cowboy Love

Me in my cowboy suit.  My hand is on my gun.  I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

You want to know why you haven't heard from me?  It's because I've been living with cowboys.  I've been reading Larry McMurtry's book, Streets of Laredo and I couldn't pull myself away from it.  This book is the sequel to Lonesome Dove.  The same characters were in it.  Lorena is no longer a whore. Pea isn't a bumbling cowboy but a responsible husband and father.  Woodrow Call is an old man.  But, Mox Mox is still evil and crazy.



Every spare minute I had, I picked up the book.  It's the best book I've read since Lonesome Dove. 

I think I enjoyed it so much because it brought back my childhood.  I played cowboys and Indians all the time.  I watched cowboys on TV. I loved Maverick.  I used to kiss the TV screen when there were close-ups

of him and I don't mean close-ups of James Garner because I never cared for him in anything else.  It was only Maverick. 

Anyway, that's why I haven't been blogging.  I've been reading and loving it.  Lonesome Dove and Streets of Laredo, both are historical fiction at its best.

Lonesome Dove

When I was working the book sale at the local library, a fellow worker and friend, threw me the book, Lonesome Dove, by Larry McMurtry.  "You will love this."  I looked at it.  It was huge and had a cowboy on the cover.  I raised an eyebrow.  "Trust me," he said. 

I am so glad I did because I do love it.  I have never read a western in my life.  I don't think I will again unless it's by Larry McMurtry.  I think it will be an excellent read for a book club because it will be so different than their usual recommended titles. I bet they've never read a western.

The descriptions and characterization are drawn so exquisitely that I can picture them.  I couldn't wait to continue to get back to the story every time I had to put the book down.  I grew up watching westerns and Lonesome Dove brought back some cherished memories.  Although my childish memories of cattle drives were nothing like the one in this book, from Texas to Montana.

And the ordeal that Lorie suffered will forever haunt me.