(The Blackwells series)
by Troy D. Smith
Copyright © 2012 Troy D. Smith
One of my favorite people in the writing business is Troy D. Smith, talented author of many wonderful works in a variety of genres. You can be assured of historical accuracy in his stories—he has earned a PhD and is a historian and history professor. The historical tidbits he brings to his stories are intricately woven into rich characterization and strong emotional conflicts so the reader internalizes the authenticity. Few writers have the chops to pull that off. Troy's history is so much more than a bunch of battles and dates because he delves into the hearts and minds of those who were there. You'll get a taste Thursday when his article on Camp Ford is published.
Romancing The West interviewed Troy earlier this year. Take a look at Troy D. Smith: Cherokee Winter, and the article he submitted, The Flight of Opothleyahola.
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(Details after the excerpt)
RTW: Let's get down to business. Please tell us about your series, The Blackwells.
TDS: The Blackwells is a series of ebook shorts—they average about 5,000 words—that examines the American West through the experiences of one family. Last year Western Trail Blazer released the first five stories, and I have just released four more. Henceforth (isn’t that a cool word?) I plan to write a new one every month or so.
The story starts with four young brothers—all in their late teens to early twenties—leaving Tennessee in 1849 for the California gold fields. From there they go their separate ways: one becomes a soldier, one a Texas Ranger, one an outlaw, and one spends several more years as a miner before becoming a lawman.
RTW: When and why did you first decide to do this series?
TDS: I actually wrote my first Blackwell story not long after I had my first short fiction published in 1995. I wanted to do an epic series that spanned the whole period of the “traditional west”—as you know, I love history... and I love epics, especially those that have a beginning, middle and end. Obviously, I was influenced by Louis L’Amour’s Sackett novels—and I think the greatly underrated TV series How the West Was Won did something very similar (I think I can get away with having my family also come from Tennessee, as that’s my home—half my characters in general wind up being Tennesseans!) Another saga I love is Robert E. Howard’s Conan—not a western, I know, although “Beyond the Black River” is very western-like. I am taking the same approach with the Blackwells that REH did with Conan—the stories are not told in chronological order, but jump around in time, each one completely self-contained. But eventually I will have woven a complex tapestry.
Those first four Blackwell tales were published in the late '90s in the magazines Western Digest, The Storyteller, and The Shootist. I sort of got distracted after that by other projects, although Texas Ranger Jake Blackwell showed up as a supporting character in many of my other works (including Bound for the Promise-Land, which to my great joy won a Spur award.)
RTW: Why did you choose to make the Blackwell saga a series of short stories?
TDS: Mainly because I wanted to write a lot of them, featuring several different main characters over a long period of time. Plus, I love writing short stories. I am pondering the possibility of later branching out into an occasional Blackwell novel, though.
RTW: I love short stories. How have the first stories been received?
TDS: The Blackwell series is the only thing I have ever done that has had both high sales and good critical reception. It’s really strange—when those earliest stories were published in low-circulation magazines in the 90s, I think the highest I was paid for one was $25. And yet in their second life as e-books they’ve sold very well— “Blackwell’s Stand” peaked at #4 on Amazon’s western list. And I was very pleased and honored when the first new one I had written in over a decade, “Blackwell’s Run,” was a finalist for last year’s Peacemaker Award from Western Fictioneers.
RTW: Where do you see this series going?
TDS: I have a lot of story ideas. I plan to do a story (or more) about Caleb Blackwell’s gold mining days in which he goes to Australia for the rush there in the 1850s. I’ve already branched out into the second generation, introducing Max Blackwell’s son Billy in the Klondike gold rush story “The Windigo,” and I plan to do more stories about him. I’ll eventually have Blackwells in 1920s oil boomtowns and maybe cousins on both sides of the law during the 1930s Dust Bowl bank robbery heyday.
RTW: What other stories are you working on?
TDS: If you like detective stories, I just released the newest of my Roy Carpenter mysteries, “Stomp Boogie,” and have another series beginning soon called Dead Rednecks!
And of course, I am extremely excited about being series editor and co-writer of Western Fictioneers’ new western novel series, Wolf Creek. The first volume is being unveiled on September 1, with a new one every three months or so thereafter—and it is really coming together well.
RTW: Tell us about this excerpt from “Blackwell Unchained.”
TDS: Jake Blackwell left the Texas Rangers to join the Union Army. He has been captured and sent to a prison camp—on Thursday I’ll be contributing an article here about Camp Ford, in Tyler, Texas, which I have renamed Camp Henry in the story. Here Blackwell is about to have a run-in with his nemesis, the sadistic guard Sergeant Tucker.
EXCERPT of Blackwell Unchained
by Troy D. Smith
The prisoners tended to segregate themselves according to their national background—there were “neighborhoods” of Norwegians, Germans, Irish, and Swedes. Some sections of the camp were organized according to region—the New Englanders here, New Yorkers there, people from the states that had been the Old Northwest Territory in another area—and others by regiment. Jake Blackwell had not found a sizeable group of pro-Union Texan prisoners.
Camp Henry’s “neighborhoods” became most evident on race day. In preparation for the races, prisoners tried to catch as many rats as they could. Preliminary races were held to determine each group’s swiftest rodent, and this was followed by a final round in which the groups’ chosen rats competed against one another for the championship. An area was cleared for the race, and individual lanes were created with scrap lumber. The prisoners did not have many possessions, but what little they owned was wagered—coats, blankets, and shoes were the most common items.
The Northwesterners’ rat, Charlie, had dominated the last several contests. Charlie’s official owner was an artillery corporal from Wisconsin, but all the soldiers from the Great Lakes states felt a sense of proprietorship in the critter—including Barton and Suffolk.
The final race had just begun when Sergeant Tucker approached the track. The guards had always stayed away during the festivities—but Tucker was apparently feeling especially vicious on this day.
“Here, now, what’s this!” he shouted as the rats were released. “Filthy vermin, contaminating the camp?”
He plunged his bayonet into the nearest rat, pinning it to the ground. It was Charlie, and the little fellow screamed piteously for a couple of seconds. Tucker pulled out his bloody blade, grinning broadly.
“One less rat—almost as good as one less Yankee.”
The entire assembly of prisoners seemed to be in shock. Charlie’s owner stumbled over to his pet’s still-twitching body and sank to his knees beside it.
More guards approached—the captain in command of the shift had seen what was happening and feared an impending riot.
Jake Blackwell heard a low growl from beside him. He turned and saw Suffolk—the Hoosier’s right eye was twitching and his clenched fists shook.
RTW: Wow, you really left us hanging, Troy. Excellent excerpt!
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