The Old West

Or you can embrace all those problems. Your MMC could be a Buffalo Soldier who rescues an Apache woman from abuse, and there the story goes.
If you want to add a little historical flair, look into Fort Concho. Located in San Angelo, Texas, it was the home to the Tenth Cavalry, a company of buffalo soldiers who were involved in several skirmishes with the Mescalero Apache. They were fairly significant in stabilizing that area.

Yeah, I may or may not have spent some time in that area... :)
 
A slight seque on my weird west idea from two weeks ago, I'm also kicking around the idea of doing an old west story, but a very sanitized 50s TV style western.

In this story, because it's erotica, not a serious western, I want to ignore the worst of the truths of that time. Slavery, the genocide of native people, rampant disease, the Civil War, inequlity, racism, sexism, etc.

I don't want to be thought of as dismissive of what happened back then, because I'm certainly not, but I know readers aren't looking for those brutal truths in their escapism. But I find the atmosphere, the adventure of those old west serials very enticing.

As writers, what are your thoughts on this? Even creaing an alternate history or more fantastical world (weird west or steampunk) feels like it could be interpreted as ignoring or white washing reality.

Fuck what everyone else 'feels'. Write what you want. Be honest with yourself.

I write period pieces here and there and I take care to get the details as right as I can. Fucking amazes me how many assclowns get upset because women's rights and feminism were not a thing in the 1950's. :cautious:

Fuck em.
 
So far the setting is Newton, KS, 1871 when it was the railhead for the Santa Fe railroad and the end of the Chisholm Trail. A cow town on the decline as the cattle industry was moving to Wichita.
 
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So far the setting is Newton, KS, 1871 when it was a the railhead for the Santa Fe railroad and the end of the Chisholm Trail. A cow town on the decline as the cattle industry was moving to Wichita.
Sounds like a great location for a "made-for-TV" flavor of western.
 
If you want to add a little historical flair, look into Fort Concho. Located in San Angelo, Texas, it was the home to the Tenth Cavalry, a company of buffalo soldiers who were involved in several skirmishes with the Mescalero Apache. They were fairly significant in stabilizing that area.

Yeah, I may or may not have spent some time in that area... :)

And the characters could stop by Miss Hattie's if they wanted to.
 
And the characters could stop by Miss Hattie's if they wanted to.
Yes, they could. There was a bank at the other end of the street that had a trap door leading to a tunnel to that esteemed establishment.
Since women weren't allowed in the bank, the men could go to the bank for 'business', use the trap door to then go to Hattie's to do their real 'business' and the women were none the wiser, supposedly.
 
Yes, they could. There was a bank at the other end of the street that had a trap door leading to a tunnel to that esteemed establishment.
Since women weren't allowed in the bank, the men could go to the bank for 'business', use the trap door to then go to Hattie's to do their real 'business' and the women were none the wiser, supposedly.

Solid plan!
 
Yes, they could. There was a bank at the other end of the street that had a trap door leading to a tunnel to that esteemed establishment.
Since women weren't allowed in the bank, the men could go to the bank for 'business', use the trap door to then go to Hattie's to do their real 'business' and the women were none the wiser, supposedly.
That could be a lot of fun to add to my story.
 
The rabbit hole this led me down taught me that Ysleta is the oldest town in Texas, followed by Presidio. Ysleta was a Native American community set up by refugees from the Pueblo just south of here. People from that Pueblo (now called Isleta) retreated south with the Spanish after the 1680/1681 Pueblo Revolt and settled north of the Rio Grande, not far from Socorro, Tx, which had a similar history.

Speaking of genocide in the west, native Americans did what they could during the Pueblo Revolt to kill every Spanish settler. The survivors abandoned the area for about twenty years.
 
I've been working on a Western story, forever and a day, in my spare time. Which, there isn't all that much of. But I've about made up my mind to make this a project. The following is the first 400ish words.

Filly Ceceilia Davis

This story takes place in the year of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-seventy-six. From my birth, somewhere between 1848 and 1850, I was the property of Massar William H. Davis outside of Charleston, South Carolina. ‘Till the end of the War of Freedom, that is. My name’s Filly Ceceilia Davis. As darkies go, I’m darker than most, and not one drop of white blood runs through my veins.

Let me tell you, I wasn’t brought up as a house nigger. No sirree, I tended tobacco, picked cotton, peaches, apples, and everything else what grew on Massar Davis’s Plantation. I worked in the fields since 1854, and continued as a sharecropper ‘till my father and mother were killed by the Knights of the Klan.

Three of the honorable men rode in as the sun was setting and murdered my parents. Having not come in from the fields yet, spared my life. The grace of God, luck of the draw, whatever, allowed me to watch as they drank by the firelight of what had been our tiny, shack of a home.

When they were good and drunk, they took off their robes and hoods, and knew everyone of them. For my own purpose, I never told a soul who they were. Later, I released those five men from their sinful lives. One at a time, I murdered them, took their money, and came west.

For the record, I’m Filly Cecilia Davis, and I’m a bounty hunter. Can’t be bothered with hunting down a black man or woman. Have no interest in Indians with a bounty. And wouldn’t occupy my time on any Mexican bandit. White men with a price of a hundred or more on their heads were my bread and butter.

If the poster says, Dead or Alive, I prefer the former to the latter.

The nation had only turned 100 when I heard of Custer’s defeat at the Little Bighorn. This brought not a single tear to my eye, despite his having fought for the North. It was about this time that I’d picked up the trail of a man worth a thousand dollars. The ex-Confederate officer still lived by the gun, robbing, killing, and raping his way through the west.

The brigand might’ve lived longer if he’d stuck to small jobs and unimportant women. But he made the mistake of robbing a big bug in Dallas one morning in late June. Stealing the man’s money, raping his wife, and murdering three ranch hands in the process.
 
The rabbit hole this led me down taught me that Ysleta is the oldest town in Texas, followed by Presidio. Ysleta was a Native American community set up by refugees from the Pueblo just south of here. People from that Pueblo (now called Isleta) retreated south with the Spanish after the 1680/1681 Pueblo Revolt and settled north of the Rio Grande, not far from Socorro, Tx, which had a similar history.

Speaking of genocide in the west, native Americans did what they could during the Pueblo Revolt to kill every Spanish settler. The survivors abandoned the area for about twenty years.

The history of the West is just one group trying to kill of another group for hundreds of years. It started long before Europeans showed up.
 
The history of the world is much the same.
Yup. As a species, we sort of don't play well with each other and tend to argue about really stupid stuff like fealty based on the random location we happened to be born in and arbitrary borders.
 
No-one really wants to hear about rampant disease. Or bad teeth.
Yeah, bad hygiene, which was the norm, does not make for a sexy story.

Or you can embrace all those problems. Your MMC could be a Buffalo Soldier who rescues an Apache woman from abuse, and there the story goes.
This is an interesting idea. Soldier and the woman could heal each other from the negative crap that went on by being human to each other, then of course, fucking each other. ;)
 
I've been working on a Western story, forever and a day, in my spare time. Which, there isn't all that much of. But I've about made up my mind to make this a project. The following is the first 400ish words.

One small thing...

Three of the honorable men rode in as the sun was setting and murdered my parents.

Later, I released those five men from their sinful lives.

I like the story so far. Is this something for Lit, or to be published elsewhere?
 
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