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Seth MacFarlane's A Million Ways to Die in the West: A Novel

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From the creator of Family Guy and director of Ted comes a hilarious first novel that reinvents the Western.
 
Mild-mannered sheep farmer Albert Stark is fed up with the harsh life of the American frontier, where it seems everything and anything can kill you: Duels at high noon. Barroom brawls. Poisonous snakes. Cholera-infected drinking water. Tumbleweed abrasion. Something called “toe-foot.” Even a trip to the outhouse. Yes, there are a ...

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Overview

From the creator of Family Guy and director of Ted comes a hilarious first novel that reinvents the Western.
 
Mild-mannered sheep farmer Albert Stark is fed up with the harsh life of the American frontier, where it seems everything and anything can kill you: Duels at high noon. Barroom brawls. Poisonous snakes. Cholera-infected drinking water. Tumbleweed abrasion. Something called “toe-foot.” Even a trip to the outhouse. Yes, there are a million ways to die in the wild, wild West, and Albert plans to avoid them all. Some people think that makes him a coward. Albert calls it common sense. But when his girlfriend dumps him for the most insufferable guy in town, Albert decides to fight back—even though he can’t shoot, ride, or throw a punch. Fortunately, he teams up with a beautiful gunslinger who’s tough enough for the both of them. Unfortunately, she’s married to the biggest, meanest, most jealous badass on the frontier. Turns out Albert has just discovered a million and one ways to die in the West.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553391671
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/4/2014
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 120,389
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Seth MacFarlane is an animator, writer, producer, director, actor, and singer. He is the creator of the show Family Guy and co-creator of American Dad!, for which he also voices many of the shows’ various characters. He is the executive producer of the television series Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey. MacFarlane’s film Ted is the highest-grossing original R-rated comedy of all time, and he is the co-writer, producer, director, and star of the film A Million Ways to Die in the West. As a singer, MacFarlane has released a Grammy-nominated album of American standards, Music Is Better Than Words. He is a graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design.
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chapter 1

Albert Stark was a coward. Not a quivering, jittery, ­weak-­kneed sort of a coward, but the kind who viewed his cowardice as an act of sensibility: a coward in the name of pragmatism. To Albert, his cowardice functioned as a shield that existed to service the very sensible goal of ­self-­preservation. In the West, brave men got killed. Cowards stayed alive.

Death was everywhere on the frontier.

“Everything ­that’s not you wants you dead,” Albert would often say. “Outlaws, Indians, angry gamblers, disgruntled prostitutes, wild animals, the weather, ­disease—­hell, even a trip to the dentist means taking your fucking life in your hands.”

One needed only to glance at the front page of any local newspaper to see the truth in such a point of view:

INFANT TRAMPLED BY SICKLY MARE

HUNDREDS PERISH IN LATE SPRING DAMP

SCHOOLMARM FELLED BY TUMBLEWEED ABRASION

MASS HANGING GOES WELL

MUD DEATHS REACH ­30-­YEAR HIGH

DUTCH FAMILY CRUSHED BY FALLING CHINAMEN

WOMAN FOUND GUILTY OF ADULTERY; TONGUE, BREASTS REMOVED

50-­ACRE BUFFALO HERD DESTROYS TOWN

WATER TOWER CONTAMINATED BY BATHING NEGRESS

BLACK BEARS FEAST ON KINDERGARTEN CLASS

HAIL STORM DRIVES SNAKES INTO LOCAL ­CHURCH—­NO SURVIVORS

Yes, it seemed to Albert that fear was a very useful thing for a man living in the southern Arizona territory.

So on this blistering hot day he was quite content to once again allow cowardice to insulate him from an early demise.

He stood at the center of the thoroughfare, gun belt at the ­ready—­or so it appeared. The townsfolk of Old Stump lined the street, eager as ever to witness that most electrifying of all frontier spectacles: the showdown. But at the moment, Albert stood alone. His opponent was nowhere to be seen, and high noon had officially come and gone. No one spoke, save for the occasional fluttering murmurs of slightly confused anticipation from the onlookers. Dirt farmers watched patiently. Women fanned themselves, desperately attempting to force a few little bursts of air between their numerous layers of clothing. ­Well-­to-­do gentlemen checked their pocket watches and smoked the sort of fine cigars one can only truly enjoy outdoors in 112-­degree weather. Children fidgeted and played idly with their favorite toys, such as apple cores, bits of string, and deceased mice. Dogs lay panting on the ground, no doubt wondering how the fuck any human being could live a ­non-­suicidal existence in such an awful, depressing place.

Albert tried to avoid eye contact with the surrounding spectators, aside from the occasional shared glance with a strikingly beautiful blond-­haired woman who stood on the steps in front of the general store. She offered him a wan smile, perhaps meant to be reassuring but with a seemingly dubious degree of conviction.

And then, at last, they heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Very faint and distant at first, then more distinct, until finally a man rode into view at the opposite end of the thoroughfare. He slowed his horse with a sharp yank on the reins that appeared to startle the animal, though it came to an obedient halt. The man dismounted and moved with a decided lack of urgency into position at the end of the street.

Albert stiffened and regarded his opponent. Charlie Blanche and Albert Stark could not have been more contrasting in their deportment: Blanche was a grizzled, ­weathered-­looking mass of aggression, who looked as though he ­hadn’t smiled since the days of Lewis and Clark. He glared at Albert with an expression that seemed to say, I want to shoot you in the dick with a bullet made of cancer.

Albert cleared his throat. “So . . . I guess high noon to you means 12:15?”

Charlie stared blankly for a beat. “What?”

“Well,” said Albert, genuinely annoyed in spite of his fear, “I mean, you said high noon, and I was here, and . . . I’ve sort of just been waiting.”

Blanche narrowed his eyes darkly. “I’m here now.”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s ­just—­it’s like sort of inconsiderate, because it’s like you’re saying that your time is more valuable than everyone ­else’s, and . . . well, I know everybody here has like a full day, and they all took time off to be here, ­and—­I mean, right, everyone?”

No one answered. Albert looked around furtively in search of a supportive face but found none. His gaze landed on a toothless old man who did not look like he had a full day at all. The man stared emptily, his tongue sliding along the perimeter of his solitary tooth, like a sentry dutifully patrolling the last remaining outpost of an ­all-­but-­defeated army.

“Draw,” said Charlie Blanche.

A wave of renewed alertness swept over the onlookers as they shared a collective inhalation. Now the show would begin!

Albert took a deep breath of his own. “Um . . . no.”

A perplexed buzzing from the townsfolk. The pretty blond woman regarded Albert with a look of confused dismay.

“What do you mean, no?” Blanche narrowed his eyes further, nearly squinting them out of existence.

Albert took another deep breath. “I . . . I don’t wanna do this. You’re a way better shot than me, and so before this gets outta hand and we both get all crazy and dead here, I . . . I don’t wanna have a ­shoot-­out.”

“You yellow, Stark?” The corner of Blanche’s mouth twisted into a perversion of a half ­smile—­no doubt the warmest expression his ­long-­rotted disposition would accommodate.

“Well, look, yellow is kind of ­a”—­Albert paused ­uneasily—­“I mean, ­that’s kind of racist to our hardworking friends from the Far East, right, guys?”

He turned to a small cluster of Chinese railroad workers watching from off to the side. Surely now he’d get a small boost of support. The shortest Chinaman gave him the finger.

“O­-okay,” Albert stuttered. “Welcome.”

Blanche barked out a gravelly laugh. “Even the damn Chinese know you’re yellow!”

Albert turned back to face his adversary. “Look, ­I—­I just wanna resolve things more reasonably, okay? I mean, we’re both intelligent adults, right? So . . . I’m just gonna pay you for the damages.”

Blanche’s expression did not change. “Suits me fine. ­That’s fifty dollars.”

“Right, okay,” said Albert, fidgeting slightly. “Now, ­here’s the thing . . . I don’t have fifty dollars in cash—”

Charlie’s hand moved ­toward the butt of his gun.

“—but . . . I will give you ­twenty-­five sheep.”

Charlie’s index finger was almost touching the trigger. “I don’t want sheep, Stark.”

Heat sweat was suddenly interfused with panic sweat as Albert realized he was in trouble. “Well, ­this—­this is a lotta sheep. This is like ­twenty-­five sheep. Like a whole . . . gaggle. A pack? Is it a pack?” He laughed anxiously as his floundering brain let loose a diarrhetic stream of nonsense. “Oh, my God, can you believe this?! I’m a sheep farmer, and I’m totally blanking on the ­plural—­is it a school of sheep? I don’t know! Ha! Hey, you know what a group of ferrets is called? A business. A business of ferrets. ­En­glish is fun, ’cause there’s all kinds of secret ­treasures—­”

The crack of a bullet split the air as Charlie Blanche fired a shot at Albert’s feet. Albert jumped back with a distinctly feminine shriek.

“Your goddamn sheep grazed up half my ranch, Stark! That grass ain’t never gonna grow back.”

There was a ­deep-­rooted hatred for sheepmen among the cattle ranchers of the West, largely because the sheep themselves grazed in such a ­deep-­rooted fashion. They would devour the grass so close to the ground that, if left unchecked, they could effectively strip a pasture bare to the point that the grass had to be resown. No cow can graze where a sheep has been, the cattlemen would declare. As a result, range wars often broke out between cattle and sheep farmers, with terribly bloody consequences. It also ­didn’t help that sheepmen were generally considered huge pussies.

Albert swallowed what little saliva he had left as Charlie raised his gun and took aim.

“Okay, okay!” Albert threw up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll sell off the sheep myself, all right? I’ll get you the money! ­O-­okay? You’ll have it tomorrow.”

There was a terrifying moment during which Albert was certain that, even though he had truckled to his opponent’s demands, Blanche would pull the trigger. But, instead, the other man slowly lowered the pistol. “If I don’t have that cash, I’m comin’ after you. And I’ll shoot you three times: forehead, nose, and chin, so your head splits clean in half like a fairground watermelon.”

“Oh, and I would deserve it,” Albert blurted obsequiously. “In that scenario? Oh, my God, what a jerk I would be. But ­I—­that’s not the kind of guy I am, so ­I—­I’ll get you your money.”

Charlie Blanche carefully holstered his weapon. Albert let loose a quivering exhale as Blanche moved back ­toward his horse. I’m so glad I ­didn’t pee, thought Albert, feeling an aftershock of panic over how truly close he’d come to death. He turned and walked back up the street, his legs feeling like they were made of ­jam—­

CRACK!!

The townsfolk gasped. Albert collapsed to the ground as an unimaginably cutting pain blasted through his ankle. “FUCK!” he screamed as he turned in shock.

Charlie had shot him.

“Just a little taste,” said Blanche in a soft, deadly tone. He reholstered his pistol, mounted his horse, and loped off without another word.

And almost immediately the townsfolk began to disperse as if nothing had happened. The entertainment was over. Everyone casually returned to their day as if they’d just finished watching a sideshow in a traveling ­carnival—­never mind the fact that a man had barely avoided losing his life mere moments before.

A pudgy, slightly balding man in his ­mid-­thirties hurried to where Albert lay clutching his foot in pain.

“Aw, man, Albert! You okay?”

Albert had never been shot before, but he’d witnessed men who had. And those little metal pellets could do some horrifically gruesome damage. He sucked in a sharp breath of air as he steeled himself and pulled back his trouser leg. Though the pain was intolerable, a look of surprise came over his face as he registered the superficiality of the wound. It had pierced the skin, but not by much. Jesus, how the hell bad must the pain be from a ­dead-­on shot?

“It’s—­it’s fine, it’s just grazed,” Albert said, pulling his trouser leg back down.

“Oh, thank God.” Edward breathed a sigh of relief.

Edward Phelps was a ­kind-­eyed, ­mild-­mannered cobbler and Albert’s closest friend. Out on the frontier, however, that ­didn’t necessarily mean an inseparable bond. In a town of fewer than ­seventy-­five people, your choices were limited when it came to picking a best pal. Albert liked Edward well enough, but it had more to do with the fact that Edward was one of the few people in the West who ­wouldn’t shoot you for looking at him the wrong way. Albert ­wasn’t sure, but he ­didn’t think Edward even owned a gun. And if he did, it would have looked completely out of place. If there were such a term as aggressively affable, that was Edward.

A much more imposing man approached the center of the thoroughfare.

“You all right, Stark?” Sheriff Arness inquired without expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Albert responded. “Oh, hey, listen, Sheriff, I wanna thank you for your help. Appreciate you stepping in and halting this deadly altercation going on right in front of your office. ­Really terrific, thanks for the support.”

The sheriff looked at Albert with coldness. “It’s not my place to intervene, Stark. I believe a man should fight his own battles.”

Albert stared for a beat. This guy was everything that was fucked up about the frontier, all wrapped up in one ­tough-­eyed, sunburned package sealed with a tin star. “You’re the sheriff,” Albert said, trying not to sound too much like he was talking to a five-year-­old.

“That’s right.”

“So . . . the one thing we’re all paying you to ­do—­like, the one function you have in ­town—­you’re saying everyone else should do it.”

“I’m not your goddamn bodyguard, Stark.”

Once again, Albert resisted the urge to sound as if he were teaching a class of retarded children. “Well, actually, yes. See, as the sheriff, it’s technically kind of your job to protect my body from harm.”

“Yeah, it is kinda your job,” Edward chimed in, always the faithful, supportive pal who ­didn’t know when to keep his mouth closed.

“Shut up,” the sheriff snapped, and Edward quickly lowered his head and shuffled aside timidly. The sheriff turned back to Albert. “I guess you and I see things differently.”

“So, like, if you opened a restaurant, would you wait for people to come in and then say, ‘A man should cook his own food’?”

“You’d best watch your tongue, or you’re gonna find yourself in a jail cell.”

“Oh, there we go!” Albert threw up his arms, the stress and pain of the day exploding in an outburst of aggravation. “The long arm of the law finally lashes out to protect itself against pissy people!”

The sheriff just glared. “You should see Doctor Harper about that foot,” he said at last, turning away stiffly.

Albert expelled a pained sigh of defeat, struggled to pull himself up from the dirt, and limped off ­toward the doctor’s office.

Frontier medicine was essentially an oxymoron.

The big city hospitals in 1882 were bad enough, but they exemplified the cutting edge of science compared to what sort of treatment you got out West.

The medical office of Doctor Matthew Harper, the only licensed practicing physician in the town of Old Stump, was a glorified shack. His ­hand-­painted shingle swayed and creaked in the hot, dusty ­wind—­a fine indication of the kind of care you could expect if you fell ill in this little community. Inside, the wooden shelves were lined with various bottles of medicines, elixirs, ­tonics—­but who the hell was anybody kidding? It was all just liquor. On the frontier, medicine was merely booze with a fancy label.

Doctor Harper stood over the body of his patient. She was a woman in her forties, ­hard-­lined and graying. She lay unconscious from the doctor’s ether, which was a good thing, since her abdomen was sliced wide open. Doctor Harper’s hands were covered in blood as he meticulously worked away at her insides, using all the skills his dental training had provided him. A ­mangy-­looking housecat leapt up onto the operating table, sniffing at the body.

“Oh, come on, now, you know you’re not supposed to be up here,” Doctor Harper chuckled, scooping up the cat and placing him gently on the floor. “You run along now, Jesus, you hear?” The doctor’s hands left smears of blood on the cat’s fur, at which it eagerly lapped. Harper returned to his work, brushing the errant feline hairs off the table.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2014

    If u like stewie, you will like this

    Good short read. Suspenseful. Very entertaining.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2014

    Laugh out loud funny!

    Dont read in a library you will disturb the other patrons with laughter!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2014

    Funny and well-writen.

    Funny and well-writen.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2014

    Not Great But Not Awful

    This novel is set in the Old West, but with a modern edge. The language is today's, which lends some really funny moments when paired with the "oater" feel. My main concern was the frequent use of profanity and obscenity. I am open-minded, and find such humor appropriate in some situations. This author, however, seems to use it gratuitously. It's as though he had his mouth washed out with soap as a child for saying "naughty" words and he's making up for it now by using them at every opportunity, going so far as to create said opportunity when there is none. There's nothing new in the plot itself. It follows the formula of meek-and-mild tenderfoot facing down a scurvy pack of bad guys. All in all, not great but not a total waste.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

    Not recommended

    The sample looked quite humorous and I was looking forward to starting it, however, once into it, I found it rather vulgar and not real funny!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2014

    Very Entertaining

    A great read. A funny glimpse into Macfarlane's take on the dirty frontier. A must read for fans of stories like Rustlers Rhapsody, and Blazing Saddles.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 9, 2014

    Would have made a better B-movie. The humor just doesn't work on

    Would have made a better B-movie. The humor just doesn't work on the page.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2014

    A must ready if you love MacFarlane

    Love this guy's shows, movies and now bookss. The guy is a genious when it comes to comedy and so mmmmm to look at! Loved the book can't wait to see the movie. Hope he writes some more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 2, 2014

    Highly Recommended

    When I first started this story, I thought it was silly but as i read more, I really got into it. He does explore people's feelings and it turned out to be a good love story. I doubt people talked like that in the 1880s but that's okay. I didn't see the movie so I don't know how closely it follows the movie.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 23, 2014

    A Very Funny Quick Read

    The concept was well constructed; the language comfortably shifted from period piece to modern day expletives; it was what I expected. My intent was a diversion from more serious reading and this fit the bill. It was, unfortunately, rather short. That was its only "con". But I did laugh out loud on many occasions and would recommend it to any of Mr. MacFarlane's fans.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2014

    Dash

    Smiles

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 4, 2014

    recommended

    very interesting

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2014

    Can't wait to see the movie. The Wild West as it truly was ...

    Can't wait to see the movie. The Wild West as it truly was ...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2014

    SETH'S GUIDES HAVE MOVED!

    To 'scs' all results.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Daniels guid to sun

    &#9788

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2014

    Tes

    &Sigma&upsilon&pi

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2014

    Miles

    Nuzzles her back cuddling her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2014

    Nikk

    [Miles. Move to the next Result.]

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    Posted April 13, 2014

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