WESTERN
NOVELS
GATLING #2
OUTLAW EMPIRE
JACK SLADE
(PETER MCCURTIN)
A gimmick series that never strays far from
the gimmick. The premise is a gun-loving vigilante with a real hatred for
evil-doers and a real love for experimental firearms gets the greatest dream
job since Li’l Abner got hired to test mattresses. He’s employed by Hiram Maxim
who wants the self-named Gatling to field test automatic and self-loading
weaponry in real combat situations. Maxim shells out a bounty and pays all
expenses for Gatling to hunt down and murder criminals with new-to-the-market
pistols, machine guns and cannons. This doesn’t make Gatling many friends in
the underworld and so he often finds himself shooting his way out one tight
corner after another.
In this outing, Gatling’s hunt for a gangster
boss, with grandiose plans to build a kind of nation-wide criminal cooperative
takes him from San Francisco to the bayous of Louisiana in a bloody
cross-country tour that has him using a Skoda machine gun, a Borchardt
autoloading pistol, Lee-Enfield rifle and a Hotchkiss cannon. Along the way,
immigrant hoods die by the bushel load until we get to a quite harrowing
extended chase through the swamps of the Mississippi delta where Gatling faces
dying of fever, exhaustion, snakebite or gators before he can reach his
intended quarry.
It’s an adult western in that it doesn’t
watch its language and deals with some bluntly described skeevy subject matter
including a floating pedo-brothel that Gatling blows up with dynamite on the
kid’s night off! But there’s none of the sex scenes that are standard in series
like this. At least in this entry anyway. And the descriptions of violence
don’t go too far over the top. Gatling, like any of our favorite
gun-toting vigilantes, is not a sadist. He just likes blowing baddies up real
good when he’s not pumping them full of lead.
It’s all a pretty sublime set-up for a series
of action epics especially if you prefer your body counts neat. And Slade
writes with a real authority about locales, history and, of course, weapons. Not
sure how accurate any of his assertions are here but that’s where the authority
comes in, right? It sure sounds right when he asserts it.
My only problem with the series is that
Gatling’s characterization doesn’t go much beyond him being a big, tough
bastard who’s good with any gun you hand him. He’s not driven by revenge or a
sense of right and wrong. The guy just loves guns and using them on anyone he
decides derives being shot full of holes. And I’m okay with that, I really am.
But there’s little reason to actually care about the guy beyond some references
to a tribe of Zuni Indians that he owes an allegiance to and helps support with
generous payments from Maxim. His back stories with the Zunis was dealt with in
the first book of the series and all they do from there on out is provide a
back story told through some exposition sequences in which Gatling recalls
them. Other than that, these folks that are so important to him remain faceless
and nameless.
CONTRIBUTOR: CHUCK
DIXON
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