NP Re: Warlock (1959)

[Keith McMullen]

ghetta_outta at hotmail.com wrote:
But you, unpretentious delight, haven't told us the difference either.
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This book is a novel. The town of Warlock and the territory in which it 
is located are fabrications. But any relation of the characters to real 
persons, living or dead, is not always coincidental, for many are 
composites of figures who live still on a frontier between history and 
legend.

The fabric of the story, too, is made up of actual events interwoven 
with invented ones; by combining what did happen with what might have 
happened, I have tried to show what should have happened. Devotees of 
Western Legend may consequently complain that I have used familiar 
elements to construct a fanciful design, and that I have rearranged or 
ignored the accepted facts. So I will reiterate that this work is a 
novel. The pursuit of truth, not of facts, is the business of fiction.

                   --Oakley Hall

Remember the days when action was king and nothing stood between a man 
and his horse except a saddle?

Recollect the times when the hero wore a white Stetson and soiled doves 
had hearts of tarnished gold?

Recall an era of blazing fiction when a knockdown, drag-out saloon brawl 
proved might was right and justice came at the smoking barrel of a Colt 
Peacemaker or a members-only neck tie party?

If you're a fan of the western pulps you durn sure do. For ten cents 
readers could saddle up a stallion, down bottomless glasses of redeye 
and cavort with the prettiest fillies this side of Dodge. Playing poker 
with Wild Bill or ridin' the written range with Buffalo Bill Cody, the 
only limits were imagination and Liberty dimes.

Those were the days. The Wild West. The Mythical West. Brimming with 
legend and crackling with tall tales told 'round the fire. Men were men, 
women were courted, and you dang sure knew who the bad guy was. And by 
the end of the tale you could count on that desperado getting his, 
usually by hanging from hemp or riddled with .45 slugs.

            --Author and fanzine publisher Howard Hopkins

http://www.howardhopkins.com/

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It's fiunny, but if I hadn't seen your name attached to this email I 
would have sworn it was from Millison...
Ghetta

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> No problemo.