The Borderland: A Novel of Texas

Overview

In this epic novel, veteran writer Edwin Shrake explores the feuds and alliances among Americans, Mexicans, and Indians, the political treachery, and the tales of fortune-hungry settlers that combine to tell the story of how Texas was born. Set in the blossoming frontier town of Austin, The Borderland focuses on the lives of Romulus and Cullasaja Swift, the half-Cherokee offspring of two forward-thinking parents who have come to Texas from New York; of Henry Longfellow, a rapacious lawyer and of Captain Matthew ...

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Overview

In this epic novel, veteran writer Edwin Shrake explores the feuds and alliances among Americans, Mexicans, and Indians, the political treachery, and the tales of fortune-hungry settlers that combine to tell the story of how Texas was born. Set in the blossoming frontier town of Austin, The Borderland focuses on the lives of Romulus and Cullasaja Swift, the half-Cherokee offspring of two forward-thinking parents who have come to Texas from New York; of Henry Longfellow, a rapacious lawyer and of Captain Matthew Caldwell, a Texas Ranger whose eccentric ways are matched only by his fierce bravery.

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Editorial Reviews

Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
In the tradition of Larry McMurtry and John Jakes, this sweeping novel tells the tale of how the mighty state of Texas was born.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Tall tales combine with authentic historical characters in this rambling novel by the author of The Blessed McGill, describing the dramatic formative years of Texas. In the frontier town of Austin, the adventures of (fictional) half-Cherokee Dr. Romulus Swift and his beautiful sister, Cullasaja, intersect with those of a real Lone Star hero, Texas Ranger Captain Matthew Caldwell, who earned the epithet "The Paul Revere of Texas" during the Texas revolution. Other historical figures appear in abundant cameos, including Sam Houston; Chief Bow; Mirabeau B. Lamar, second president of the republic of Texas; a young Albert Sidney Johnston; and Mary Maverick, wife of the famed San Antonio livestock mogul. Add to the mix a cast of unsavory fictional players and Shrake's narrative becomes melodramatic and generally chaotic. Swift, fashioned after one of Shrake's ancestors, is possibly the most implausible character in the novel. He is on a quest to find the mysterious "apeman" held sacred by the Comanches, from whom he hopes to obtain some mystical wisdom. Meanwhile, Captain Caldwell struts uselessly around the state and anachronistically argues political correctness with Lamar, while awaiting the arrival of his mail-order German bride, Hannah. The main plotline involves the infamous Council House Massacre and Battle of the Neches, two treacherous incidents in which Lamar initiated his ultimately successful program of ousting all Indians from Texas. The book climaxes with the sensational Linnville Raid and Battle of Plum Creek, which set a pattern of warfare between Texans and Comanches for the next 35 years; while the historical events are retold aptly, the narrative thread connecting all the characters is easily lost. (Apr.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
This is a monumental tale of the Texas Republic reminiscent of the hostorical novels of Larry McMurtry and, as such, will certainly appeal to those readers interested in a good Western. But Shrake offers more than a well-told adventure. Set during the turbulent 1830's, his novel focuses on the struggles of the fledgling Republic of Texas to assert its independence from Mexico, establish a stable government, and build a state capital while clearing thousands of acres to the west of warring Comanche Indians, who live just across the river from Austin. In this context, Matthew Caldwell, a captain of the Texas Rangers, and Romulus Swift, a physician of part-Cherokee heritage, square off in personal conflict to resolve their differences during the last major Indian battle in the Texas territory. History, politics, war, love, intrigue, and mythology mesh wonderfully in this very readable story.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786865796
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 4/5/2000
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 583,402
  • Product dimensions: 1.06 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 6.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Novelist and screenwriter Edwin Shrake is the co-author of the best-selling sports book of all time, Harvey Penick's Little Red Book. In addition to his novels—including the acclaimed Texas story Blessed McGill—and his work with the Dallas Morning News and Sports Illustrated, Shrake has written bestselling biographies and several feature films. He lives in Austin, Texas.

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Part One: Toward The Little Pigeon

I am busy and will only say how da do, to you!
You will get your land as it was promised, and you
and all our Red brothers may rest satisfied that I
will always hold you by the hand.


--letter from Sam Houston to Chief Bowl

CHAPTER ONE

Henry Longfellow was thinking about women, how wicked they are. While he was passing through a rainwater swamp five hours ago, a perfumey odor had infested his dreams as he drowsed in the saddle, and for a dizzy moment he was sniffing the silk drawers of the whore he had taken to his hotel room in New Orleans last month, a redheaded bitch who was about to scorn him before he split her lip with his fist.

The sweet, rotting flower fragrance of swamp gas reminded him of the cosmetics and colognes his wife had kept in crystal bottles on the marble-top table in front of her mirror, and he remembered the sight of her pale, skinny legs kicking in the air, her heels behind her ears, on either side of the hairy buttocks of a teamster in Henry's own four-poster marriage bed on the second floor of their new home in Athens, Georgia.

Riding along the trail toward Austin, growing ever more clear of mind and angry in his heart, Henry thought of his mother, a shrieking Hardshell Baptist whose mean and spiteful tongue and frequent blows with a skillet had driven his fatheraway from their family in Memphis, Tennessee, when Henry was a child of six, an awful thing to do to a boy. On the topic of the wickedness of women, Henry Longfellow would hold forth with gusto to the laughter of men and harlots in Blue's Tavern in San Antonio. Women love the devil, Henry told them. His audience laughed, Henry believed, from nervousness, because he frightened them; they recognized that he was speaking a truth so profound that it could not be faced by their common minds in the cold and serious light that Henry saw.

When Henry was in higher social company, as an adviser to President Lamar, his former colleague in the Georgia legislature, he was polite, tried to be charming to the women he was forced to endure at dances and dinner parties, and he measured his words like speeches an actor might recite on the stage. But he saw through the fabric of their pretty dresses to their wicked souls.

Henry's knees ached. His bones were too long for the stirrups of this silver concho-studded saddle that had been thrust upon him by the President. Henry had thought it presumptuous for Lamar to insist that the ride from San Antonio to Austin would be more significant if seated on the President's ornamented saddle rather than in Henry's two-horse buggy with the padded bench, but Henry accepted as if honored and delighted. He was, after all, partly on a mission for the Republic. He was searching for a choice site on which to build the presidential mansion in Austin. Lamar stipulated the house be on high ground but fed by its own spring, with a grand view but near enough to the city center that its property value would increase as Austin grew.

Once out of sight of Main Plaza at the beginning of the eighty-mile journey on a rutted track the width of an ox cart, Henry had climbed off the bayhorse that also was urged upon him as a loan from the President. He tried to let out the stirrups to their full length but discovered they were already at their full length. Henry cursed the stubby-legged bastard Lamar, but he needed the President's continued warm association until the documents were signed for the lands Henry was on his way to select for himself in the new town of Austin, soon to become capital of the Republic. Lamar was creating Austin in the heart of a river valley favored by savages.There was scenic land, praised for its beauty by Lamar writing as a poet, abounding with water and timber, to be owned for bargain rates--often no more than the correct signatures. Lamar asked Henry to consider investing as a partner in commercial lots along thespring-fed creek that was being renamed Congress Avenue and would run from the river to the square reserved for the new capitol building. If Henry acted with reasonable haste and care, his prosperity was assured.

He would build a plantation house on a hill near the capitol, Henry thought. His house would have a long, shaded veranda and white Doric columns like the houses of the cotton growers of LaGrange who had supported his entry into the Georgia legislature in Athens. Henry had solicited their political backing because they were wealthy and ignorant men by his view, most of them outright stupid compared to how he saw himself. With his law degree from Memphis College of Jurisprudence as credential, Henry had won a cotton-fraud case against a Georgia seller in a Georgia court and attracted the attention of the cotton growers of LaGrange. His menacing demeanor in court, his ability to twist the truth and intimidate witnesses, proved to the cotton growers that he would enforce their will in the statehouse without scruple. He rammed their desires through the legislature and appeared to have a bright future in Georgia politics. Perhaps he would become a national figure.

Henry married the daughter of a plantation owner. His bride was a bony, homely girl who had been educated at a fancy finishing school in Philadelphia. She was a debutante who entered the adult world riding in an open carriage filled with peach blossoms on the main street of the small commercial center called Atlanta,where her father and his friends had begun bringing their trade and building their city mansions.

Although the judge and the jury found displeasure in Henry's ungainly appearance and unrepentant attitude in court, they ruled him not guilty of murder in the deaths by gunshots and stabbing of his wife and the teamster. As Henry knew the judge and jury would be, they were guided by the unwritten code that protects a gentleman from the treachery of his wife, especially as it applies to adultery, most especially to fornication with a lover in the husband's own bed.

However, his late wife's father and four brothers lived by still another part of the unwritten code of gentlemen, which required satisfaction be paid in blood for an injury or insult such as Henry murdering their beloved Dorothy. Her father and each of her brothers sent cotton gentry or military men as seconds to challenge Henry to duels with pistols or sabers. He was denounced as a craven to his face in restaurants and saloons by her father and brothers. He was called a consummate coward and a dastardly poltroon. His political financing from the LaGrange cotton growers vanished.There was scandal put about the state that Henry had regularly ripped the clothes off his skinny debutante bride and beaten her naked breasts and thighs with a switch from a peach tree. But the worst blow of all to Henry was the disgrace when he learned she had betrayed him with more than twenty men and boys--including the grocer's son--before he caught her with the teamster, and by now the whole town knew it.

Henry saw himself not as a coward but as intelligent. He was not at all reluctant to shoot and stab Dorothy's father and four brothers, one at a time as the code demanded, but what then? Even if he survived five duels, he was ruined in Georgia. Henry called his two slave boys into the house and told them to start packing. A couple of years earlier, Henry's legislative colleague, Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar, had suffered the deaths of his wife, sister, father and brother in a short period and had gone off to Texas to leave the pain of their memory behind and look into land investments. Lamar distinguished himself in the revolution against Mexico, and now he had been elected second president of the Republic of Texas. Henry reminded himself that Heraclitus said nothing is permanent except change. In Texas, anyone could invent a new life. Henry decided to move to Texas and renew his friendship with Lamar and become a land speculator. Soon he would be as rich as the plantation owners in LaGrange. He would have his house painted white with white shutters and a gallery above the Doric columns. He would buy twelve more slaves to add to the two boys he already owned, and several would be tender young girls who would heat water for his bath and fill the tub and remove his clothes slowly and stroke his skin with their fingers and crawl into his bed when he tinkled a silver bell on the nightstand. The girls would desire to be with him because he sensed their need to be writhing in lusty embrace with the devil. Eve's daughters came from the seed of the serpent.

He heard a woman's voice.

She was singing in Cherokee. Henry recognized one phrase--huh-so-suh--which meantwhere the sun comes out, or east. Henry had been among many Cherokees in Tennessee and Georgia, and he had read the Cherokee newspaper, The Phoenix, which ran columns of English beside columns of the Cherokee printed language. Henry had read The Phoenix to see what the savages might be writing about him. In the Georgia legislature, Henry had voted to outlaw the Cherokee Nation and banish the savages from Georgia after gold was discovered in the mountains the Cherokees called their own. Cherokee laws and customs were declared null and void. The mountainswhere gold was found were sold by lottery to whites only. The newspaper, The Phoenix, was seized by the Georgia government to stop the spread of news. The United States Supreme Court ruled Georgia's action against the Cherokees unconstitutional, but President Andrew Jackson--like Henry, a slaveholder and a loather of aborigines--said, If the Supreme Court wants to make law to help the Cherokees, let Justice Marshall enforce it himself. Henry considered this Jackson's finest moment.

Defeating the Creeks atHorsehoe Bend in Alabama was a commendable act by Jackson, whose policy of promoting new opportunities in business for the common white man had helped Henry rise in the world. The press and the pulpits persistently attacked the President for adultery, but Henry blamed the evil of women. Jackson's legacy, in Henry's mind, was taking the mountainsaway from the savage Cherokees, a magnificent achievement.

Henry listened to the young woman singing. Other than the musk of their women, the only thing Henry admired about the Cherokees was their melodious speech. Henry understood hardly a word of their language, but sounds like Chatahoochie, Tuckaseegee and Hiwassee struck the part of him that would have become a musician had his choices in life been different.

Henry's saber in its scabbard dangled by a leather thong from the saddle horn. He felt the blade against his left leg and nudged it so that he could cross-draw without hitting thehorse's neck. His cap and ball pistol lay in its holster against his right thigh, nestled beside his powder horn and bullet pouch. The woman's voice was coming from the other side of a thicket that was blooming with purple blossoms thirty feet ahead of him, at the edge of the path. It was a girl perhaps not yet twenty years old.

He needed a girl right now. The trilling of her voice aroused him. He heard the deceit in her voice, the lure of seduction, the cry of sexual longing.

He knew it would be remarkable if this young Cherokee female was alone in the Texas wilderness. Her kind of subhumans traveled in bunches, Henry had observed. But ifthere were only two or three more Cherokees with her, Henry could soon have her. Shooting aborigines was fair sport and regarded in his society as good and necessary. Henry pulled the shotgun out of its saddle sheath. Ifthere were too many Cherokees, he would bid them 'morning and ride on toward the ferry. Henry's groin began to ache. He felt his pecker crawling like a snake against the saddle. He was swelling up. A flash struck him, a burning. He must have relief. He knew this girl was thirsty to swallow his seed.

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  • Posted September 21, 2009

    Fictional novel based on accurate representation of Austin, Texas and early formation of Texas Republic. The book subtly presents some interesting ideas on leadership and politics.

    Shrake is truly a gifted writer, able to reach a well-read audience, or someone who wants to have a fun read about Texas, particularly about Austin, TX.

    Shrake presents an accurate historical representation of Matthew Caldwell and the Texas Rangers through this interesting anthropology of facts written in fictional style.

    He weaves history through representation of non-fictional and fictional characters. His style is certainly fitting of Wouk. Borderlands provides James Michener-like attention to details; however, Shrake manages less dry spells in the rhythm of the text with the rich story.

    The reader is immersed enough to "see" the landscape and the different tribes of Indians, as well as the era of San Antonio, Houston, and many people in the country and small towns along the Rio Grande-not to mention the geography in between. One gets a sense of being there with Captain Caldwell and his magnificent horse wanting all citizens of Texas, Indians, Mexicans, and refugees from the Civil war as well as Spaniards to succeed at making a living in the new Republic. The antagonists are plenty: Shrake plays them perfectly against the protagonists.

    Other main characters are historically verifiable and seamlessly woven in the story. They are believable and endearing with a balance of feminine and masculine.

    He fills in extra characters who provide, anthropological, sociological, geo-political and even sexual innuendo based on historically accurate persons and events.

    A small example of this: Shrake provides insights into the German immigrant movement. [Matthew Caldwell's] German Mail-order bride's family wants her to migrate to Texas due to their own political strife at the time (circa 1849) through Galveston, TX. This fictional look at a historically accurate account makes for interesting dialogue for a similar issue today for border debates and immigrants.

    This immigration through Galveston is interesting in that it shows Shrake's attention to research detail and editing finesse-it is not pointed out in the book, but the Galveston Port was responsible for more immigrants than Ellis Island, and unfortunately Jewish immigrants found racism alive and well. This was discovered, and a immigration agent was removed, but not unfortunately before many were returned home. The port was closed due to an overwhelming influx of immigrants and illness (State of Texas: Bob Bullock Museum).

    Even if you are not a fan of Texas per se, enjoy this amazing author's work post portem. He was a true contributor to the arts.

    Certainly any library looking to include a historical fiction on the origins of Austin, Texas and her people would be well advised including this novel. A well, researched literary and scholarly contribution to the field.

    Hilda V. Carpenter, PhD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2008

    Captivating read on early Texas

    A great fiction interspersed with facts post San Jacinto battle. Informative development of Austin, conflict with the Indians, early politics

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2001

    Good Texas novel

    A good long read, moments of brilliance when he describes some of the characters. Most Texans will enjoy knowing even more about their history. Recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2000

    A New Western Classic

    One of the best westerns I have ever read, right up there with 'Lonesome Dove,' 'The Way West,' 'Little Big Man,' and the works of Elmer Kelton. I heartily recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2000

    Eat Your Heart Out Larry McMurtry

    What I'd like readers to know is that Shrake's book is wonderfully witty and wise as well as wickedly funny. The scenes of early Austin and Houston are vividly authentic. The characters are fascinating. The story is captivating. Can't wait for the movie version!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2000

    Wildly entertaining.

    The interesting mix of semi-fact and pure fiction make the book a must read. The characters are simply captivating. The book is hard to put down.

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