The Iron Marshall by Louis L’Amour (1979)

I’ve taught a number of writing classes over the years, and one of my favorite assignments for stirring the creative juices is to offer a plot or an opening line that lets the students’ imaginations fly. Louis L’Amour has such an opening in this book, and I think it could be used for future assignments:

A down-and-out bum is thrown from a moving train in the middle of nowhere, along with a bag that isn’t his. What’s in the bag, and how does it change his life?

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Brief Summary of The Iron Marshall

This is exactly where Tom Shanaghy finds himself one day as he takes a boot to the ribs. He had boarded this train on the run from some thugs he duped in a horse race in New York, and now he finds himself flying into the bushes of rural Kansas. With him flies a Marshall’s bundle, fit with guns and clothes and letters.

Tom eventually settles as a blacksmith in a nearby frontier town, but he uses the bundle to his advantage when the Marshall the town had been expecting doesn’t show. Tom doesn’t claim to be Marshall Rig Barrett but a deputy sent to handle the town while he was away. Tom’s deception isn’t discovered until later, but by then his courage, decency, character, and sense of justice make his act a minor indiscretion.

Reminiscent of…

As I was enjoying this engaging novel, another L’Amour novel came to mind. I’m sure that will always be the case, for his books all seem to carry that similar theme of unexpected hero struggling through thick and thin until courage and honor prove his muster. In this case, though, it was more the Easterner stuck in the West and forced to play by a new set of rules, which is why this one reminded me of North to the Rails (1971).

Shanaghy is an Irishman relatively fresh off the boat, and throughout the first chapter, we get his full backstory on the streets of New York, where he worked as a sort of runner for a kingpin. From this, I got a sense of the shenanigans I might read about in an Isaac Bell adventure from Clive Cussler.

I also liked the Irish angle, where I pictured small-framed Tom in a bowler-type hat, taking no guff from nobody. In fact, I didn’t carry the image from the book cover into my imagination this time, but instead that of Marty McFly’s great grandaddy in Back the Future III. I’m a child of the ’80s. Don’t judge me too harshly.

Some Great Life Lessons

As always, Louis L’Amour fits some world-wise philosophy into this novel through the voices of his characters. A few lines stood out to me as I read.

The first that I noted comes from McCarthy, the honorable blacksmith for whom Tom first worked in this new Kansas town. Noting Tom’s muscles and direction in life in Chapter 1, McCarthy offers this bit of wisdom and warning:

“Aye, you’re strong, but what else are you? Have you got the brains God gave you? Or a head fit only for butting, like a billy goat? 

If a man is to be something, if he is to be a man, he’s got to be more than muscle. He’s got to do something wi’ himself. Get an honest trade, a bit of land, a house of your own, if it is only of sod. Here your friends pat you on the back and let you buy them drinks or whatever, but when you get old and fat and sloppy they’ll drop you for others. Men like you are born to be used and tossed aside … if you let it happen.

In Chapter 7, two more men proffer some wisdom. Carpenter first speaks on the importance of a solid work ethic:

“A man who has never taken pride in a job well done is an empty man.”

And then Greenwood notes how lawman finds true success:

“Take my word for it, son, a marshal must be judged not by the number of men he has killed in line of duty, but by the tough men he has handled without using a gun, even without violence.”

Finally in Chapter 21, Shanaghy himself speaks his own bit of raw wisdom when someone decries the death of a criminal:

“That’s right, ma’am [he’s dead]. So is Mr. Carpenter. All because a greedy, selfish girl wanted more than she had. When you can bring them back to life, ma’am, you come and ask me for help. Every man and woman should consider the consequences of his or her actions, and those actions should be considered beforehand, not after.  I’ve no use for crybabies, ma’am, male or female.”  

Conclusion

The L’Amour novels I’ve chosen to read so far this summer haven’t been super long (150-250 pages), but they’ve each contained their own little worlds enough for me to enjoy full immersion (off and on) for about a week or so. It’s enough for me to keep wanting more, to find out what new angle of Western manliness L’Amour will think up next.

I might be 2 generations too late for anticipating L’Amour’s new releases, of course, but I get just as excited when I find a new title in a Little Free Library or on the thrift-store shelves. This is becoming my year of the Westerns, and there’s no better place to start than with L’Amour, the king of them all.

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