One of my favorite genres has always been the Western. I love a good Western whether it's a movie, television show, or book, with all the action and the archetypes they deliver. Usually, the Black Hats and the White Hats are clearly defined, making most good cowboy stories solid morality plays. Choosing which movie or hero is your favorite is a sort of Rorschach test about how you view the world and your heroic archetype. From Matt Dillon to Paladin to the Lone Ranger, fiction has brought us a variety of modern knights riding around meting out justice and facing great threats.
The one true villain who was beyond redemption in any Western was the bushwhacker, the back shooting coward who waits in hiding for our hero to ride by and then ambushes him. This event usually occurs in the dangerous canyon lands of the west, but can happen anywhere concealment provides the lowlife a chance to use his Winchester to kill from long range. He kills from behind, not facing the wrath of justice that our hero or heroine represents.









