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From an award-winning author whose ancestors lived the adventures in this novel comes a spectacular new epic about the American West.

Part history, part romance, and part action-adventure novel, Sun Going Down follows the fortunes of Ebenezer Paint and his descendants -- rough and tough individuals who are caught up in Civil War river battles, epic cattle drives through drought and blizzards, the horrors of Wounded Knee, the desperation of the dust bowl, and the prosperity of ...

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From an award-winning author whose ancestors lived the adventures in this novel comes a spectacular new epic about the American West.

Part history, part romance, and part action-adventure novel, Sun Going Down follows the fortunes of Ebenezer Paint and his descendants -- rough and tough individuals who are caught up in Civil War river battles, epic cattle drives through drought and blizzards, the horrors of Wounded Knee, the desperation of the dust bowl, and the prosperity of the roaring 1920s. The page-turning plot is peopled by a vibrant, unforgettable cast of characters: a grizzled Mississippi steamboat merchant, two horse-thieving brothers, five Annie Oakley-like sisters who can outride any cowboy, a half-Sioux bride who demands her new family claim her heritage, and a courageous daughter who defies her father and braves the West alone. Throughout their lives, the Paint family must battle both internal and external elements, and learn to live with spirit and wit.

Letters and diaries from the author's own family archives form the basis for all the events and characters in Sun Going Down, infusing the novel with richly detailed authenticity and deep emotional power. It is intimate in its portraits of the unforgettable characters who settled our country, sweeping in its geographical reach from Vicksburg up through Montana and the Dakotas, and epic as it spans four generations from the Civil War to the Great Depression.

Masterfully written, Sun Going Down holds the reader fast through tears, laughter, terror, and joy until the very last heart-gripping page is turned.

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Three generations of the Paint family struggle through 70 years of hardship and heartache on the Western plains in Todd's ambitious fiction debut. En route from Mississippi to the Dakota Territory at the height of the Civil War, Ebenezar Paint meets and marries twice-widowed Cora, a union that produces two strapping twin boys, Eli and Ezra. Ebenezer vainly chases riches; by 15, the boys are orphans and cowboys-and involved in a risky but profitable bit of horse stealing. Ezra remains a wanderer, while Eli settles down to become a wealthy rancher. The narrative eventually follows Eli's favorite daughter of his six children: Velma, who is brutalized by two of her three husbands, but whose estrangement from Eli causes her the most pain, and takes the story into the Depression era. Vivid and colorful in its depiction of the West's transformation from the frontier to the modern age, this is a hardscrabble tale of proud folks who refuse to forgive mistakes or forget faults. Todd's previous book was Desertion, a memoir of his 1969 desertion from the U.S. Army and his resettlement in Canada. He gives this epic story, which an afterword notes is based on the lives of relatives, pulpy sweep and palpable anguish. (May)

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Award-winning sports columnist Todd's debut novel is based on family diaries and journals. Covering a 70-year span from 1863 to 1933, and set mostly in Nebraska and Montana, this family saga covers four generations of the Paint family, especially twin brothers Eli and Ezra Paint, who build the 8T8 Ranch up from nothing, near Prairie Dog Creek, NE. As an epic, it's very good at showing what life was like on the frontier-it even manages to tell a couple of pretty good stories, such as the lightning-blasted lynching of Eli Paint-but on the whole, readers will need the mindset of a historian to enjoy this book. Recommended for academic and regional collections (especially if the region is the northern Great Plains).
—Ken St. Andre

Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780143055396
  • Publisher: Renouf Pub Co Ltd
  • Publication date: 5/12/2009
  • Edition description: Reprint

Meet the Author

Jack Todd is the author of the novels Sun Going Down and Come Again No More and the memoir Desertion, which won the Quebec Writer’s Federation First Book Prize and the Mavis Gallant Prize for Non-Fiction. Visit his website at JackToddTheAuthor.com.

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Chapter 1

Eb Paint woke at dawn to a caressing fog, eyelids fluttering where damp sycamore leaves drizzled mist. He tried to cuss but the word stuck in his whiskey-parched throat; he was too dry to speak or spit. The fire was dead and the stink of wet smoke hung where blackened cottonwood boughs leaked steam. He tried to recall why he hated that smell so, gave up the effort and parsed the river without opening his eyes. There was a good deal a man who knew the Mississippi River could tell by listening. He could hear the rush of water over a bluff reef, the slap slap slap of ripples on wet sand around the finger of land where they had anchored the Marielita, the whinge of mosquitoes, curlews somewhere, a catfish breaching the surface for a toothful of dragonfly. He strained to listen. Somewhere out there, the big river flexed her tawny muscles. Seldom had the Mississippi been so quiet since the twelfth day of April, 1861, the day Brigadier General Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard of the Confederate States of America opened fire on Fort Sumter. Before the war, half-acre rafts and scows and broadheads floating downriver would chance this peasoup darkness, the crews banging pots and pans with tin spoons to warn off the eight-hundred-ton steamboats pounding upriver through the main channel. Only a double-plated fool would chance the river now, not knowing whether the next bend would bring hungry rebels, jittery bluecoats, or some daft and murderous outlaw like Quantrill. Most of the boats on the river were bringing supplies to Grant's besieging troops as the vise tightened on the Confederate fortress at Vicksburg, but in this fog even the Union supply boats were shut down waiting for the sun to burn through.

The Marielita was beached on a long finger of sand out there in the mist, creaking as she shifted her weight in the lee of the towhead like an old woman squatting to pee. Eb tried to see the old tub where she was tied fast with two bowropes thick as a man's ankle, knotted to deep-rooted cottonwoods. The effort made his whiskey headache pound like a brass band. He closed his eyes again, went back to listening. There it was again, something out of place in the fog. The thick air muffled the sound but it carried plain enough.

Thwuck. Thwuck. Thwuck.

He rose to shake the sand from his britches and strolled to the water's edge. A shoal of minnows darted left and right away from the manshadow — and by what mysterious semaphore did each tiniest minnow know to zig and zag, rise and dive and flee in a single body and never mistake the direction? You could drill a squadron of crack troops until their heels bled and they would never perform in such singleminded unison. It was a thing to ponder and Ebenezer Paint of Jones County, Mississippi, was by nature a pondering man, but on this day his noggin was thick with whiskey and he had, more urgent matters to ponder. At the edge of the towhead, where sand met river, there coiled a rolling shoulder of fog; beyond that it was like trying to look up the devil's arse.

Thwuck. Thwuck. Thwuck.

It came from the starboard side of the Marielita, a sound like a rotten watermelon tossed on a wharf.

— Lucian?

Lucian was still wrapped in his bedroll, a scrap of wet blanket hiding the nap of his head. Eb prodded his kidneys with a bare toe.

— Goddammit, Lucian.

He yanked the blanket back and peered into the bloodshot eyes of Lucian Quigley, who regarded him as one regards a man who has taken leave of his senses.

— What?

— What is that goddamned noise.

— What goddamned noise.

— That goddamned noise.

Thwuck. Thwuck. Thwuck.

— Sound like somebody tryin to beat through the hull with a wet hammer.

— Off to stabberd, like.

— Thassit.

— Trouble with fog like this. Can't see a goddamned thing. Could be a ghost.

— Could be a old tree too. You get the damnedest ideas for a white man, like a old slave woman.

— I aint the one tacked that cross o' nails in my left bootheel to keep off the evil spirits, am I? I aint the one afraid to look over my left shoulder at the new moon.

— Man got to be sensible, take precautions in this life.

— Precautions, hell. Superstitions, what it is. Now I'm goin out there to see what it is bangin on my boat. You comin or aint you?

— Aw hell.

Lucian rolled onto his knees. The rye came up with chunks of catfish, all of it hurled over the exposed roots of a dwarf oak. Eb wrinkled his nose and turned away.

— You have to do that? You and your goddamned rye. Stuff tastes worse'n arsenic.

— If it aint to your taste leave it be. More for me that way.

— I swear you make it in a outhouse.

— Didn't hear you complain once last night. Not once. All I heard was Lucian, pass me that there rye one more time. You kep at it till my whiskey was most gone. Smack your lips like you was tastin honey from the bee. Yessir, honey from the bee.

— That was last night and this here is this mornin. If you're done evacuatin your innards, can we go have a look, find what's messin with my boat?

They crawled into the skiff. Eb climbed to the bow and left Lucian to row while he navigated by the sound of water lapping against the hull of the old steamboat and the other sound, the metronome beating time to the river.

Mist rolled down their shirtsleeves and trailed off their fingertips. Eb tied the boat fast to the Marielita with a double sheetbend. Lucian shinnied aboard and led the way with his bowie knife held blade up. Eb followed the sound of Lucian's bare feet going slapslapslap across the main deck, three feet above the waterline. The mist was so thick they couldn't see the starboard rail from the larboard, and the deck was slick with damp where Lucian had whitewashed it fresh not a month before. Eb leaned over the rail and peered down into water the color of tar.

— Aw Jesus.

— Hell is it?

— See for yourself. Aint no pretty Natchez lady out for a stroll.

— Lordy. It surely aint.

The corpse, its feet tangled in a drift of willow limbs, had lodged on the upriver side of the Marielita. A Confederate officer, by the look of his butternut coat. A wisp of fuzz on his cheeks and upper lip, a man not yet old enough to grow a proper beard, long blond hair now riverdark. A thick black tongue lolled like an eel from his mouth. One blue eye stared off somewhere the other side of beyond but the near eyesocket was pulped with black gore. With every roll of the Mississippi, the dead man's head beat against the hull.

Thwuck. Thwuck. Thwuck.

— Reach me a oar, Lucian.

— Aint we goin to pull him in?

— No, we aint goin to pull him in, unless you want to get caught tryin to dig a hole for a dead Confederate and you a black man. They'd string you from the nearest oak and then hang me from your toes to make sure we was both dead. Reach me a oar, now. This poor sonofabitch is in the only grave he's ever goin to know. May the Lord have mercy on his mama.

Eb took the oar from Lucian and poked the rebel's feet free from the willow drift, then turned the oar paddle down and heaved on the dead man's chest. The corpse spun away from the oar back to belly, like a sternwheeler churning downstream. As he rolled they could see where the ball that took out his eye had splattered the back of his head. Eb turned and retched, caught his breath, tried a second time and managed to tuck the tip of the oar in under the man's suspenders, where he got enough purchase to guide the corpse the length of the boat. With one last heave he shoved the body clear of the sternwheel and watched the current take it. The butternut coat fanned out over the surface and the dead rebel rotated like the hands of a courthouse clock, head to boots, head to boots down the gullet of the fog. Two rotations, three, four, and he vanished, bound for Milliken's Bend, the Gulf of Mexico, the land of perdition. Eb handed the oar back to Lucian and knelt on the deck, leaned out low over the water and vomited rye and catfish into the stream.

— You and your goddamned tangle-foot whiskey.

They slipped back into the skiff and rowed to the sandbar. Lucian pried hot embers from the sand, got the fire going again. Eb roasted green coffee beans in a skillet, filled a buckskin bag with the beans still hot, pounded the bag between two rocks until the beans were crushed fine. They didn't risk another word until the coffee was boiled and they could squat in the sand with battered tin mugs, nibbling hardtack and drinking coffee thick as molasses.

— That was some awful sight.

— Deed it was.

— I seen some things on this river, Lucian.

— Ain't we all.

Lucian fried bacon in a charred pan thick with grease. The fog held, persistent as a bulldog locked on a hambone.

— Y'know, I seen the wreck of the Pennsylvania.

— Oh, she was a hard one, that. Hard. I was down with Judge Quigley when she blew and we heard her go two counties south. Folks was talkin about it for months.

— I pulled a burned boy from that wreck was hangin on to a stick of wood no bigger than your arm.

— Helluva thing. The judge said when she went up they found pieces of that boat a mile off and they was a thousand dead on the river they never did find.

— Was more than a mile. They was things from the Pennsylvania traveled three mile in the air and was still goin hard enough to kill a pelican on the wing. Brass fittins and boiler plate and hunks of fellas like you and me that was smokin a pipe and jawin about the price of calico in Shreveport not a minute before she went. Seen it myself, but I seen worst things. Last spring I seen a poor goddamned devil Union corporal, tried to take a bath in the river all by hisself. Wild boar, must of been the guns made him crazy, come bustin out of the scrub. Big bastard the color of a rusty nail, longleggedy vicious razorback sonofabitch barrelin along with green foam drippin off his tusks, fast as a racehorse. Run right over that naked corporal, knocked him down and went to eatin him from the pecker up. Soldier beat on the beast with both fists and screamed like Judgment Day but that hog paid him no more attention than you would a gnat, just went right on chewin with the man's innards danglin from his jaws. I dragged out that big ole muzzle-loadin Whitworth rifle figgerin to shoot the beast but there was so much chop on the water I couldn't get no bead on that critter, big as he was. Pulled the trigger and fired a bolt to scare him but that hog was past scarin. Then the boat was on by and around a bend and there wasn't ary thing I could do cept to pray for that corporal's mortal soul. Never forget it as long as I live. You lead a dishonest life, you will find a critter like that razorback boar waitin to greet you personal at the gates of Hell.

— Amen, my brother.

— Don't know that I can take much more of this river.

— Aint goin to hear no aggument from me.

— Tired of listenin to rebels tell me Bobby Lee is a genius and the South aint got no quit.

— Yessuh.

— Tired of wakin to find a dead man's head bangin on my boat.

— Yessuh.

— Tired of thinkin about the misery folks is in down to Vicksburg, ball and shot droppin on their heads day and night. They say women and children is eatin rats and mules cause they got nothin else. We been awful lucky to steer clear of the worst of it.

— Maybe that dead Confederate is a sign it's time to get shed of this place for good. Find a spot where a fellow can eat his dinner without crackin a tooth on a minié ball stuck in the peas.

— They say Dakota.

— Dakota! Dakota? I aint goin anywheres near any Dakota. Full a nothin but wild Indians, Dakota. They scalp you, stake you to a anthill and spread you with molasses, then they slice off your tallywhacker and stuff it in your mouth.

— Lord, Lucian. Where you hear these things?

— Folks.

— Folks that aint been no nearer Dakota than yourself. I was through all that country on the way to California back in 'forty-nine. The Indians didn't give us a peck of trouble and there's plenty of free land up there.

— Free land for a white man, maybe. Aint never been nothin free for a black fella on this white man's earth and never will be.

— That's here in Dixie. Aint the same everywhere you go.

— Aint no nevermind to me. I aint taggin along to no Dakota and that's all she wrote.

— I aint asked you to. Just passin time, is all. Like as not I aint goin to no Dakota neither. If I want to light out, I got to find me some fool wants to buy hisself that leaky little pissant forty-ton store boat we got. World full a fools, they say, but I aint yet met the man fool enough to buy that boat.

— Except yourself.

— Except myself. But I was young and foolish then. Now I got to find another such goddamned fool.

Lucian took his bowie knife, stabbed at a sliver of bacon left in the pan.

— That's it right there. You said a mouthful. World full a fools. Trick to life is to find the right goddamned fool.

Copyright © 2008 by Jack Todd

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Introduction

Questions for Discussion:

1. Sun Going Down is populated with a lively, colorful cast of characters, but nature also plays an essential role in the novel. In many ways, it helps determine the plot, providing an element of suspense or affording the characters certain opportunity. Discuss three examples that exist throughout Sun Going Down when nature determines a character's fate.

2. Discuss courtship and marriage as it is portrayed in Sun Going Down. When Eb Paint marries Cora, she has already been married twice and they have not spent much more than a few months together. How would you react if you were forced to decide to marry someone you'd only known for just a few months? Although Eli and Livvy also only knew each other for a short time before they were married, they have a successful marriage. What makes their marriage work?

3. When Eli marries Livvy, he tells her that the bruises and scars around his neck are not from his attempted hanging for stealing horses, but from a joke that went a bit too far. Why did he lie to her? Given the harsh times in which they lived, would she understand the need to steal horses in order to survive or to make up for what was already owed Eli and Ezra?

4. Why does Eli banish Velma from the Fanciful when she becomes pregnant, especially given the fact that everything that he has was built on what he called his "black money" - the money he earned from stealing horses? Is this a double standard? Would his actions be more acceptable in today's world?

5. Why does Velma refuse to reconcile with Eli, even when she realizes that she needs help caring for her children? When Eli runs Frankoff after he breaks her arm, she has the chance to reconcile but refuses to do so. Why?

6. After Livvy's death, Eli eventually marries again, and has another family with Ida Mae. Why does it seem that partners and families are so easily replaceable? Why do you think the author does not focus on this new family except to mention Ida Mae and two of the children's eventual descent into madness or depression?

7. How do you imagine that Emaline's and Eli's relationship progressed after Velma's death? Did Emaline forgive Eli for being absent for so long? Was a relationship possible?

8. For the most part, the characters in this novel have a gritty tenacity, necessitated by their hardscrabble existence. Nevertheless, the female characters are particularly distinct. Discuss the similarities and differences between the women that father and son Eb and Eli choose to marry - Cora, Livvy, and Ida Mae. How are the lives of father (Eb), and sons (Eli and Ezra) similar?

9. Discuss the various ways in which religion is perceived in Sun Going Down, whether from the perspective of God-fearing, church-going characters, to those who revere nature and fate, to the Native American tradition. How do the characters' faiths serve them throughout the novel?

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Questions for Discussion:

1. Sun Going Down is populated with a lively, colorful cast of characters, but nature also plays an essential role in the novel. In many ways, it helps determine the plot, providing an element of suspense or affording the characters certain opportunity. Discuss three examples that exist throughout Sun Going Down when nature determines a character's fate.

2. Discuss courtship and marriage as it is portrayed in Sun Going Down. When Eb Paint marries Cora, she has already been married twice and they have not spent much more than a few months together. How would you react if you were forced to decide to marry someone you'd only known for just a few months? Although Eli and Livvy also only knew each other for a short time before they were married, they have a successful marriage. What makes their marriage work?

3. When Eli marries Livvy, he tells her that the bruises and scars around his neck are not from his attempted hanging for stealing horses, but from a joke that went a bit too far. Why did he lie to her? Given the harsh times in which they lived, would she understand the need to steal horses in order to survive or to make up for what was already owed Eli and Ezra?

4. Why does Eli banish Velma from the Fanciful when she becomes pregnant, especially given the fact that everything that he has was built on what he called his "black money" - the money he earned from stealing horses? Is this a double standard? Would his actions be more acceptable in today's world?

5. Why does Velma refuse to reconcile with Eli, even when she realizes that she needs help caring for her children? When Eli runs Frank off after he breaks her arm, she has the chance to reconcile but refuses to do so. Why?

6. After Livvy's death, Eli eventually marries again, and has another family with Ida Mae. Why does it seem that partners and families are so easily replaceable? Why do you think the author does not focus on this new family except to mention Ida Mae and two of the children's eventual descent into madness or depression?

7. How do you imagine that Emaline's and Eli's relationship progressed after Velma's death? Did Emaline forgive Eli for being absent for so long? Was a relationship possible?

8. For the most part, the characters in this novel have a gritty tenacity, necessitated by their hardscrabble existence. Nevertheless, the female characters are particularly distinct. Discuss the similarities and differences between the women that father and son Eb and Eli choose to marry - Cora, Livvy, and Ida Mae. How are the lives of father (Eb), and sons (Eli and Ezra) similar?

9. Discuss the various ways in which religion is perceived in Sun Going Down, whether from the perspective of God-fearing, church-going characters, to those who revere nature and fate, to the Native American tradition. How do the characters' faiths serve them throughout the novel?

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  • Posted December 21, 2010

    Great Book!

    I just happened to pick it up - I have never read "Westerns". It greatly reminded me of Pillars of the Earth. Just loved it. In fact, we drove through South Dakota on our way to Colorado last fall just to see the landscape and attempt to have the feeling from this book. Gave it to friends and family as a gift with great reviews from the very diverse audience. Can't say enough how I enjoyed the characters and the epic-style story.

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  • Posted May 31, 2009

    Good read

    A slow beginning had me wondering whether I would continue, but I gradually became fascinated with the characters. A good insight into the many hardships and complexities faced by the early western ranchers and settlers. My only difficulty was in keeping track of the many people and their relationships. At times I had to look back a few pages to sort out the changing relationships, but it is well worth the effort.

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

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    Good Historical Book

    Great characters and historical facts will keep your attention. Author seemed to have sympathy and political correctness for everyone except the Christians.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2008

    Excellent

    It has been quite a while since I have read a book that was as captivating, heartbreaking, and beaufitful as this. I enjoyed the characters and lanscapes that Mr. Todd described in detail. From Eb and Lucian to Velma and Emaline, from the Mississippi to the blizzards of Nebraska and Wyoming, this is a book I will read again and again. I recommend this book to anyone looking for their next great read...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2008

    Bullet format prevents reading

    While I would LOVE to read this book, the bullet format for conversation is really aggravating. I just can't read books set up this way. I wish there was a choice of format for people who prefer a conventional reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2008

    NOt Lonesome Dove, but what is?

    This was a good book, enjoyed it, but never compair to Lonesome Dove

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2008

    A Novel for Western-Pioneer Fans

    This is a detailed epic of a historical family that transcends time from the American Civil War to the Depression Era. I enjoyed the bullet format instead of punctuation marks for character dialogue. This allows the reader to focus more on the story and the characters. I enjoyed the historical references to the settling of the South Dakota, Wyoming and Nebraska areas. Since I am from South Dakota the pioneer life was very accurate. The character development was well done. However, I felt the ending came too fast as I wanted to read more about the lives of some of the other daughters. Maybe there will be a sequel. If you like to read about the grit and determination of the early American families in the Midwest area you will enjoy this book.

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