McMurtry, Larry. Streets of Laredo. Simon and Schuster, 1993.
Reason read: to finished the series started in June in honor of McMurtry’s birth month.
By all accounts, no one should love Woodrow Call. He is small-framed, cantankerous, old and weary. He keeps to himself; a self-confirmed bachelor and loner. He does not suffer fools and hates conversation, even with the smarter ones. Since the death of his best friend, Augustus McCrae, in McMurtry’s previous book, Lonesome Dove, Woodrow Call has given up cattle ranching and is spending his twilight years as a bounty hunter. Never one to shy away from danger, he is now on the trail of a young train hustler who has a death wish. Except Call has lost his speed and agility. He is no longer the feared Texas Ranger. He is no longer the spirited cattle rancher. He is only a man hellbent on bringing a violent man to justice.
Streets of Laredo is a return to violence. Luckily, strong women like Lorena play a pivotal role in keeping the plot from becoming a bloodbath.
Missed opportunity: a large gathering of crows is not called a crowd. As cool as that sounds, a group of crows is actually called a murder. That would have been the perfect name for a town.
Line I liked, “He knew that women were sometimes fond of cats, though the reason for the attraction escaped him” (p 42).
BookLust Twist: from Book Lust in the chapter called “Western Fiction” (p 240).