I will start off the New Year by welcoming all my followers and give them a hearty thanks for peeking at my blog and making comments.
Much obliged to the writers of romance who are followers, and here's hoping they find the Western genre as interesting as their own. There is nothing inherently wrong in including a little romance in a western along with all the bloody shootings and descriptions of the condition of the shot ones as they lie in the cactus and rocks or in the horse manure of the roads in the small towns with the blood spouting from some bullet hole in their chest or head. Nothing wrong with describing the romantic episodes of the bloody victims as their heart's desire bends over them and cries a bucket of tears while inadvertently exposing most of their bountiful chests to the hero standing nearby in the dust and smoke. And the hero, already in a state of excitement from the recent events, sneaks a peek and falls in love with the poor woman and vows to himself to get to know her better at all costs.
"Oh, my darlin'! If I had only known he was your husband, boyfriend, hanger-around, ogler, even true love, I would never have plugged him in the chest, head, torso, back, right leg, left boot, rear end, left calf, left ear, and left hand. No, honey, I would've only plugged him in the head, chest, back, and rear end. Can you ever forgive me for bein' so cruel?"
"Yes, my sweet thing, I will forgive you. I know you didn't mean to shoot him that many times, honey. He was only the father of my six kids, anyway, honey dear. You are forgiven. Now, can we get married?"
Nothing wrong with a little romance in a western. Maybe I'll switch to romance after I get my next six westerns published or mix it up a little more in a new genre - westmance or romwestern or.... or....or...uh...uh...Hell, you know what I mean.
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