Deadwood by Pete Dexter takes us back to the late 1800s sometime after the Civil War to the town named Deadwood in the Black Hills. At first this seems like a book about legendary gunman Wild Bill Hickcock and his friend Charlie Utter, but there is so much more. This is a glimpse of the “wild wild West” with all of the drinking, whoring, shooting and what not. Wild Bill was the most interesting character, but his story is kind of sad and he is certainly not in his heyday, but there is a peek at what he may have been like beyond the character.
“There was something in him that turned cold in a fight, and he would kill what was in front of him without a thought, and walk away from it afterwards like it wasn’t his business. It was a kind of purity. He was the best pistol shot Charley ever saw, and the only shootist there was who would fight with his hands. There was no question God had given him uncommon gifts, and he went where they took him.”
I have a friend who talked about the television series all of the time. I didn’t want to dedicate the time to watching TV. I obviously enjoy reading so when I saw Deadwood as a Kindle bargain, I jumped at the chance. This is not my typical book, but I really enjoyed the effort the author put in to the characters; giving them life beyond the famous names.