The American West as it was once . . . wild, untamed, populated with buffalo and roaming Indians tribes. . . is gone but the romance and mystic of the West lives on through the names of new babies being born.
Boys named Blaze, Zack, Preston, Foster, Clint, Cage, Cody, Austin
are popping up now in newborn columns. Maybe the West is gaining in fashion and my contemporary western novel, Rusty Springs, and its sequel, The Hired Hand, will soon be in favor. The Western genre in fiction, as a favorite, has been usurped by vampires
My handsome cowboy of mid-age in The Hired Hand is a man called Zack, but I’m reconsidering, and may rename him Burr or Skah. He’s a man who lives for something, a purpose beyond his personal gains, a man who does what’s necessary. The name for my main character needs to be authentic from the period, a name which infers he has confidence, can be forceful if needed.
The values, vigor and passion of the Old West are still possible to attain in our nation. There still a little land that a fellow and his gal can claim.
I figure I’ll write about the West as I see it today and leave Western historical fiction to the cowboy who sits right next to me in this office who is writing about the last Indian wars in the Pacific Northwest.
If you were voting for a male name for my main character, a charming cowboy who collects women as if he’s sticky tape, what would you like him to be named?