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Six-Gun Caballero

Six-Gun Caballero

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by L. Ron Hubbard

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He’s handsome. He’s charming. He’s a total gentleman . . . and he’s totally outgunned and outnumbered. He’s Michael Patrick Obañon—a role that has Antonio Banderas written all over it.

Obañon’s lost his inheritance—a 100,000-acre New Mexico spread—and he could lose his life if he’s


He’s handsome. He’s charming. He’s a total gentleman . . . and he’s totally outgunned and outnumbered. He’s Michael Patrick Obañon—a role that has Antonio Banderas written all over it.

Obañon’s lost his inheritance—a 100,000-acre New Mexico spread—and he could lose his life if he’s not careful. A ruthless band of renegades have seized his land, and he’s determined to get it back.. Obañon’s got one secret weapon: his fierce intelligence. He can’t outshoot the outlaws, so he’ll have to find a way to outwit them. . . .

Part Irish, part Mexican, Michael Patrick Obañon is as American as they come—crafty, confident, and cool under fire. It may be one man against the world, but before he’s done the world will know how the West will be won.

In the 1930s a radio program, Writers and Readers, hosted by Bob de Haven, delivered news of the hottest authors of the day—interviewing the writers behind the stories. Here’s how he promoted an upcoming broadcast with L. Ron Hubbard: “He has placed in print a million and a half words. He is a quantity producer, well paid and in constant demand. He has outlined some valuable information on his lead novelette . . . Six-Gun Caballero.” It is an introduction to Hubbard that is as pertinent now as it was then.
“Hubbard uses the traditional Western form to tell a challenging and unpredictable story, where the hero outwits his attackers instead of merely having to outshoot them. . . . so intelligent and suspenseful.”  —SomebodyDies.com

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First published in the March 1938 issue of Western Story magazine, this early Hubbard pulp novel tells the tale of a landowner who resorts to unorthodox methods to protect his land from a band of crooks. Its hero, Michael Patrick Obanon, is as quiet, cold, and methodical as another famous literary Michael (Corleone), and Hubbard does an excellent job of making us wonder just how far Obanon is willing to go. Although it has all the usual western trappings, the story goes beyond genre boundaries, telling us about a man who's forced to find out where he will draw his moral line in the sand. Hubbard gets a bit cute at times-Obanon's plan is improbably convoluted, and it comes off without a hitch-but with its solid genre prose style and ambitious theme, the story bears comparison to such notable western writers as Max Brand, T. T. Flynn, and Alan LeMay.
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“In the grand tradition of Louis L’Amour.” —Audio World

"Shoot-’em-up action, bad bad guys, heroes cut from the cloth of classic Western heroes, true love, and the final resolution as law and order and justice triumph."

"Hubbard uses the traditional Western form to tell a challenging and unpredictable story, where the hero outwits his attackers instead of merely having to outshoot them. In doing so, he also puts the spotlight on the consequences of a well-known historical event: one seen as positive on the one side but obviously not fair to everyone involved. But Six-Gun Caballero is so intelligent and suspenseful that you’ll not really notice the historical subtext until it’s over." —Somebody Dies, Craig Clarke book reviewer

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Galaxy Press, LLC
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Western Short Stories Collection
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Michael Patrick Obañon was a handsome fellow. He had a graceful air about him and when he spoke he made poetry with his long-fingered hands. His voice was controlled and gentle and his glance was friendly and frank. For all the world he appeared not Irish but a Castilian gentleman from the court at Madrid.

Many hoofs, dulled by the sand of the yard, came close and stopped. Michael stood up.

“Where are you going?” demanded Klarner, staring first at Obañon and then at the silver-mounted revolver which hung holstered from a peg on the wall.

“To ask them in, of course,” replied Michael, unconcerned.

Klarner caught at the leg-of-mutton silk sleeve. “Don’t be a fool. We’ve still got time. You and I can make a run for Washington and . . .”

The door crashed inward with a swirl of dust and the two turned to face the intruder.

The man was tall and thickly built. He had a Walker pistol in his huge and horny hand and his squinted, ink-dot eyes probed the dimness of the room. His heavy, Teutonic face was almost covered by a shaggy, untrimmed beard. The faded red shirt with its big bib and pearl buttons attested that he had come from California, as did his flat-heeled miner’s boots.

“Come in,” said Michael with a ghost of a bow.

“Is this Santa Rosa?”

“You are correct,” replied Michael. “La hacienda de Obañon.”

The stranger turned and made a come-on gesture with his heavy Walker pistol. “This is the place, Charlie. Come on in!”

Leather creaked and voices rose.

“What the hell do I care where you eat?” roared the stranger. “There must be grub somewhere in these shacks. Go find it. You ain’t helpless!”

He turned back to the room and crossed heavily to the table. A choice apple, carefully grown on the rancho, caught the stranger’s eye. He picked it up, wiped it on his shirt and sank his yellow fangs into it with a loud crack. Somehow he managed to chew the bite but it impeded his speech for some little time.

Two more men appeared in the doorway.

The stranger again motioned with the pistol. “C’mon. Here’s food.”

One of the men was squat. His head was large and so were his features, all out of keeping with his size. Though covered with dust, his clothes were loud, consisting of a checkered vest, a yellow suit and a small green hat which he now jerked off and twisted in his hands.

“Mebbe we’re intruding, Gus. Mebbe these gents ain’t finished their breakfast.” He took another turn on his hat and looked nervously at Michael. “Don’t mind Gus. He ain’t got much manners like Charlie and me.”

“Think nothing of it,” said Michael with another ghost of a bow, much to the amazement of Klarner. “I shall have a servant bring in more food for you.”

“Hell,” said Gus, gnawing on the apple, “you speak pretty good English for a damned greaser. Don’t he, Mr. Lusby?”

Mr. Lusby gave his hat yet another turn and looked uncomfortable and perspiring. “You don’t mind, Gus. If it’s too much trouble, señor. . . .”

“Think nothing of it,” said Michael. “Please be seated.”

“My name is Lusby. Julius Lusby, Mr. . . .”

“I am don Michael to my friends, Mr. Lusby.”

“Sure. Sure. Glad to meetcha, don Michael. Look, this is Gus Mueller and this is Charlie Pearson.”

Gus did not even bother to nod. He prowled around the big room, still gripping the Walker pistol, opening doors and closing them, bending a calculating eye upon the beautiful Indian rugs and the finely carved, imported furniture.

Charlie Pearson was leaning against the door jamb with his boots crossed. His shirt had once been white linen and his stock was flowing black silk. He had the hard but easy air of the gambler about him.

He eyed Michael suspiciously. Finally, he muttered, “Pleased,” and went on picking his teeth.

“Maybe you can tell me where is the boss?” said Mr. Lusby hesitantly.

Gus came to the center of the room and tossed the apple core out the window. “Sure. We got business around here. Where’s the greaser that owns this dump?”

Michael smiled. “Perhaps he has already heard of your coming.”

“I get it,” said Gus with a harsh laugh. “And he wasn’t far from wrong, neither. I suppose you’re the major-domo, huh?” And as Michael did not show any signs of doing anything but smiling politely, Gus nudged Mr. Lusby. “Show him the papers.”

“Yep,” said Charlie. “Show him the papers. We got to make this here thing legal.”

Mr. Lusby ran his hands nervously through his pockets and at last located the documents. He edged up to the table, giving the impression of being about to run, and laid several sheets face up on the cloth.

“Since the border’s moved,” said Mr. Lusby, “all this is United States. I fixed it so the boys could file. And here’s the deeds, all ethical and legal, to the Santa Rosa Valley. This ranch house is on it, ain’t it?”

“Yes,” said Michael.

“There,” said Mr. Lusby with a sigh of relief. “I got it done.”

Antonio came to the kitchen door and stared in.

“Hey, you,” said Gus, “hustle some grub. I could eat a mule.”

“Don Michael . . .” said Antonio.

“You heard the gentleman, Antonio.”

“Sí, don Michael,” and miserably he withdrew. A moment later came the loud crashing of dishes being thrown about.

Mr. Lusby looked apologetic. “We don’t want to put you out none, señor. . . .”

“Naw,” said Charlie. “But the point is, you’ll have to find someplace to sleep. We’re takin’ over here.”

“Naturally,” said don Michael. “Come, judge.”

“Wait a minute,” said Mr. Lusby. “Look. We don’t know nothing about this place. We don’t know where the cows is or nothing. Maybe you want a job, huh?”

“A job?” said Michael.

“Sure,” said Mr. Lusby. “You look like a pretty good feller. We’ll pay you thirty dollars a month.” He added hastily, “But not another nickel!”

“Why, you are too kind,” said don Michael. “As I am out of employment, I shall be happy to accept such a liberal offer.”

He gave them a smile, accompanied by a floating gesture of his hands which gave them to understand that he was completely theirs to command. “And now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I shall show your men where the forage is kept.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Charlie unexpectedly. “When you find out the other gent’s got a third ace as his hole card, don’t go quittin’. Deal ’em up, I says.”

Michael took his silver-encrusted sombrero from the wall and put it on, adjusting the diamond which held the flowing chin thong. He buckled the silver-inlaid pistol about his waist, and so normal did that gesture seem to the three strangers that they failed to note it.

Michael motioned to Judge Klarner and walked out into the hot morning sunlight of the yard.

Meet the Author

As one of the 20 top bestselling authors of all time, with more than 325 million works in circulation, L. Ron Hubbard stands alongside an illustrious company of writers. But he also stands alone—as an author who actually lived many of the stories he wrote.

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Six-Gun Caballero 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
woody1 More than 1 year ago
In the 1930's and 1940's "pulp" magazines were all the rage. L. Ron Hubbard was one of the most prolific and popular writers of that era. The genres in his books included science fiction, fantasy, western, mystery, thriller, horror with a little romance thrown in. In "Six-Gun Caballero," Hubbard tells the story of a fight over land situated on the United States and Mexican border. He writes on the first page: "After all, the United States government will certainly recognize the old Spanish grants." This sets the stage for unfolding the tale. What actually happens is the owner of a 100,00 acre ranch willed to him by his father is threatened when a renegade band makes false claims on his ranch. A devious strategy ensues to outwit the imposters to regain the land and his birthright. Hubbard has a knack for telling a good story by creating plots that twist and turn and this western yarn exemplifies his unique ability.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a real western story, like Louis LAmour westerns I enjoy so much. Patrick Obanon is a couragoues hero for sure and outsmarts the bad guys. I love stories like this one. The story really has you wanting to find out what happened and keeps you glued to the pages! Awesome story! K.J.
Jamie_Jensen More than 1 year ago
I was very interested to find out that the great L Ron Hubbard, famous science fiction author, wrote stories in other genres. I am happily writing this review of one of his Western tales for Galaxy Press in exchange for a free copy of the book. All opinions are 100% mine. This story, Six-Gun Caballero, features a very gentlemanly Irish/Mexican man named Michael Patrick Obañon. Our hero lost his 100,000 acre inheritance in New Mexico to a bunch of claim-jumpers and he has to figure out how to retake his rightful ownership over it. Unfortunately he is outgunned and outnumbered. This is not your typical cowboys vs Indians western, but something fun and different. Quick and adventurous tales like this one are so much fun. I think you'll really like the ending! I really like it because he has to use his wits against the attackers instead of just shooting the whole lot of 'em. I'm not normally into Westerns, and am admittedly a Hubbard fan because of his science fiction works, but I really like this story and definitely recommend it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story, if you are a fan of stories about the wild west, you will enjoy this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cause i can
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Were done if u want to know why go to hunger games book 3
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Agood story. Well written and fast moving. I would reccomend it to any lover of the early West as an excellent short story.
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virgilcga More than 1 year ago
Good Reading
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