Available in both paperback and e-book formats, my Western novel, Good with a Gun, is available at Amazon.
Bounty hunter Bane Messenger was good with a gun, but he wanted more out of life than hunting down fugitives from the law. He wanted a family: a wife and children. He wanted a home of his own. He wanted to know why his father had abandoned his mother and him. But all he knew was how to track and capture or kill the worst sort of men who roamed the West, taking what they wanted, whether money, property, or women, at the point of a gun. When he met the right woman, though, he vowed his life would change; he would change, if he could.
The tradition of the Wild West is about as close as we've come, in the United States, to a national mythology. A sort of modern-day knight, the Western hero, whether he's a bounty hunter, a cowboy, a gambler, a gunfighter, a lawman, or a sodbuster, is America's contribution to the literature which, in other countries, in times past, is populated with gods and demons, giants and dwarfs, sorcerers and wizards, monsters and dragons.
Like the knight of old and the demigod before him, the Western hero lives by a code of his own, the code of The West. Difficult to put into words, especially for the typically laconic frontier hero, the unwritten values which guide his conduct are most discernible in his deeds, but they include, among other precepts, minding one's own business, being a friend to those in need, and regarding women with deference and respect.
The land of the Army fort, the frontier town, the "Indian," the Pony Express, the saloon, the ranch, the stagecoach, and the wagon train is the land of adventure, danger, exploration, and opportunity. The landscape is neither like that of the Fertile Crescent nor the frozen wastes of the Nordic north; it is a varied land of mesas and mountains, of prairie and plains, of deserts and grottoes, where rivers are wide, nights are full of stars, and, as often as not, a campsite is home.
In Good with a Gun, I tried to catch some of the spirit and poetry of the Wild West, both in my descriptions of its incomparable landscapes and my portrayals of the unique types of characters found among its pioneer stock.
I was inspired by my own father, Paul Arthur Pullman, Jr.,'s, love of Westerns, by the many Western television series and movies that once filled the airwaves, and by the courageous, stalwart, indomitable men and women who, in settling the frontier, hitched their wagons to a star.