When a Man’s a Man the unexpected happens

When a Man’s a Man opens in sermonizing style.

Fortunately, ex-preacher Harold Bell Wright soon climbs down from his pulpit, the better to tell what his characters are up to.1916-02_when_a_man

Early in the 1900s, a stranger walks onto the Cross-Triangle Ranch near Prescott, Arizona, seeking work. The greenhorn, who gives “Honorable Patches” as a name, has no work experience, but he’s strong and willing to try anything.

He’s hired.

Phil Acton, the ranch’s second in command, undertakes Patches’ training.

It doesn’t take Patches long to learn to ride, rope, shoot, and become a part of the ranch family.

In return, Patches puts in a plug for Phil with Kitty Reid, who misses in Phil the culture she recalls from her three years of school in Cleveland.

Wright puts in the standard elements of Westerns—rustlers, wranglers, wild horses—and a few Eastern elements: a desiccated professor of aesthetics, a cowpoke with a reading habit, and an outlaw below average in the IQ department.

Wright achieves a plausible, unexpected ending that makes up for much of the hackneyed in the plot.

And along the way he tucks in enough information about ranch operations to allow readers who dislike westerns or fiction to feel their time’s not been wasted.

When A Man’s a Man by Harold Bell Wright

Grosset and Dunlap, 1916.  1916 bestseller #2. Project Gutenberg ebook #14367. 

My Grade: B-.

© 2016 Linda Gorton Aragoni


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I'm passionate about helping people learn through the medium of nonfiction writing. Although I occasionally have an idea of my own, I mostly build education tools by recycling and repurposing other folks' ideas.

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