Praise for The Legend of Colton H. Bryant
If you ever doubted that there are still heroic, big-hearted men in the world, look no further than Colton H. Bryant The Times
With the force of an emotional novel, this dramatised biography is a polemic against the energy industrys spoilation of the high plains of Wyoming and the dangerous exploitation of the men who drill there for oil and gasHaving got to know Colton so well in this colourfully written case history, the reader will deplore any industrial attempt to dismiss him as a mere statistic The Spectator
I found this book in some ways hard to read, because I had a lump in my throat almost the entire way through. It is very effectively written and it reminds me, in terms of the polemic, of Mark Twain and Huckleberry Finn , which is a polemic against slavery but it doesnt ever say that up front: it tells the story of someone with whom you feel such intense sympathy Start the Week , Phillip Bobbit, author of Terror and Consent: The Wars for the Twenty-First Century
The life story of this soulful, blue-eyed boy with a gentle heart inspired this moving, poignant tale that explores big themes such as hardship, friendship, prejudice and the sad lot of the misfit. If you fancy a change from your usual holiday reads, this will lend some much-needed colour Glamour
The Legend of Colton H. Bryant tells of the life and death of Colton, a sweet-natured kid from Wyoming whose inherent goodness overcomes the withering taunts thrown at him because of his learning difficulties. He lives a short, kind life, and dies a preventable death on one of the oil rigs that are disfiguring Wyomings pristine wilderness. It reads like a brilliant novel but its all true Herald
This modern Western is a true storyBut The Legend of Colton H. Bryant must be read as fiction. The pain of this storyand especially of its beautifully executed endingis best told as a traditional Western, where it and its landscape can be given some sort of reassuring order Times Literary Supplement
Fuller makes us feel as if at first hand the fragility of bodies pitched against Wyomings fearful winters and the hellish drills and derricks of the oil fields Evening Standard
Through long interviews with Coltons family and friends, Fuller has created a version of his life. Its tough but lyrical, personal but anthropological, in the tradition of Truman Capotes In Cold Blood Daily Telegraph
Alexandra Fullers wonderful biography The Legend of Colton H. Bryant tells how Colton started work as a drill on a rig, despite his young wife begging him to quitbut all the big heart in the world cant save him from the new unkind greed that has possessed Wyoming during this latest mineral boomA poignant tribute to one of the worlds good people Belfast Telegraph
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ISBN-13: 978-1-84739-869-7
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For Dakota and Nathanial
Because of C.H.B.
From Justice to Forgiveness
Feed Jake
Im standing at the crossroads in life, and I dont know where to go.
You know youve got my heart babe, but my musics got my soul.
Let me play it one more time, Ill tell the truth and make it rhyme,
And hope they understand me.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, hes been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake.
Now Broadways like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere.
Winos passed out on the sidewalk, doesnt anybody care?
Some say hes worthless, just let him be.
But I for one would have to disagree.
And so would his mama.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, hes been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake.
If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pickup, theyll say No, he must be straight.
What we are and what we aint, what we can and what we cant,
Does it really matter?
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, hes been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake.
C ONTENTS
C AST OF C HARACTERS
Colton H. BryantWyoming boy
MelissaColtons wife
NathanialMelissa and Coltons son
Dakota JustusMelissa and Coltons son
William Justus Bryant (Bill)Coltons father
Kaylee BryantColtons mother
PrestonColtons older brother
MandiPrestons wife
TabbyColtons older sister
TonyTabbys husband
MerindaColtons younger sister
ShadMerindas boyfriend
JakeColtons best friend
TonyaJakes wife
CocoaColtons horse
T HE L EGEND OF C OLTON H. B RYANT
P ART O NE
This is the story of Colton H. Bryant and of the land that grew him. And since this is Wyoming, this story is a Western with a full cast of gun-toting boy heroes from the outskirts of town and city-shoddy villains from head office. There is a runaway mustang and crafty broncos. There are men worn as driftwood and salted women and broken-hearted oil rigs. And in this story, the wind is more or less incessant and the light is distilled to its final brightness because of all the hundreds of miles it must cross to hit the great high plains. And the great high plains themselves, dry as the grave in these drought years, give more of an impression of open sea than of anything you could dig a spade into. A beautiful drowning dryness of oil.
But like all Westerns, this story is a tragedy before it even starts because there was never a way for anyone to win against all the odds out here. Theres no denying that like the high seas, the high plains of Wyoming make for a hungry place, meanly guarding life, carelessly taking it back. No crosses count. Ground blizzards in the winter and dust storms and wildfire smoke in the summer, everything turning into a sameness of grey so that between the edge of the road and the rest of Wyoming, between earth and skythere are times a person has no way to tell the difference.
And in this storyWell, someone is always dying to make room for the next wave of people who are trying to find a way to get rich on all this impression of endlessness out here. Therefore, in this story there is death. Which is nothing new or old in Wyoming and eventually we toothe storytellers and storytoldwill go the way of the Indians, the buffalo, the cowboys, and the oil men. We too will make room for someone or something new. An unpeopled silence, perhaps.