Review
Despite any questions of authenticity, this book takes readers back to the tumultuous time at the turn of the 19th century when the cowboy gave way to the railroader and those many changes from an almost lawless land to a modern, complex world. Even if Joe Fussell did not really live the cowboys way, he invokes the cowboy spirit in his language and attitude, making this story an extraordinary one. --Texas Books in Review
It s difficult to gauge the veracity of the stories Joseph B. Fussell, the editor s late grandfather who cowboyed throughout the Old West, recounts in his memoirs especially the one about sneaking below the border to single-handedly dispatch an entire posse of Mexicans who had done him wrong. But with tales this detailed and entertaining, and with writing that sounds straight from a cowboy s mouth, it hardly matters. The famous quote from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance comes to mind: When the legend becomes fact, print the legend. --American Cowboy, October/November 2008
This richly detailed, entertaining memoir, written by a hell-raising Texas gunslinger who died an old man in 1957, may be mostly true. Or it may be rife with Wild West and late-19th-century exaggerations. In either case, it is good reading. But it has left its editor, E. R. Fussell, one of the author s grandsons, with an enduring dilemma: [W]ould I rather think of him as a liar or a killer? --Si Dunn, Dallas Morning News, August 4, 2008
About the Author
Joseph B. Fussell was born in Tyler, Texas, in 1879, the son of a cowboy and buffalo hunter. He ran away from home and school at age fourteen after nearly killing the school bully with a brick. Fussell trekked most of the Southwest and worked as a cowboy, livery stable operator, and at any other jobs he could find. When he was a ranch hand in northern Mexico, he barely escaped the fate of his American friend who died at the bottom of a well. Fussell worked as an undercover Texas ranger before beginning his railroad career. He married at age 27, and he and his wife, Mary, had two children. In 1916 when Mexico was in the throes of civil war, Fussell took a perilous journey to Vera Cruz to check on the suitability of land for oil drilling. He lived in Arizona working as yardmaster and librarian for the Santa Fe and became politically active with compelling letters to politicians and newspapers. After retiring from the Santa Fe in 1945, Fussell moved to Alhambra, California, to be near his daughter and family. With little formal training, Fussell wrote his riveting memoir about real life in the West at the turn of the century. He died in 1957.