Hong on the Range is good fun, filled with puns (like the title) and jokes. It’s a parody of every pulp western ever written with the hero the lone outsider with a secret(his secret is he’s fully human in a world of cyborgs). It’s full of outlaws and clever gadgets, not to mention several women none of whom are what they seem to be. Because it’s anon-stop tongue in cheek parody, the humor gets tiresome at times. One wishes it would go somewhere, but still, It’s endlessly inventive and perfect for what it is. —Amazon Review
Rebuilding the American West after it was destroyed in a series of biological disasters isn’t easy, especially for a “control natural”—a cowboy who doesn’t have any mechanical implants. In a world where even the cattle are mechanical hybrids, most folks look down on a man who doesn’t have at least one bionic hand.
But Louie Hong is determined to make his way in the new Wild West.
All he has to do is explain to the bounty hunters who are after him for robbing a bank, and the outlaw gang that’s after him for stealing their loot, that he didn’t do any of it.
With a little bit of luck, and the help of Chuck, his “steerite” companion, Hong hopes to find a home on the range that nobody can take away—not outlaws, not bounty hunters, not cyborgs, not even talking, singing steerites!
“A rousing, funny science fiction saga complete with cyborg cowboys and outlaws…an exciting and witty subgenre of science fiction by Hugo and Nebula Award finalist William F. Wu” – Chosen by The American Library Association, Booklist, and the Library Journal for their Recommended and Best of the Year lists
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First I could only see that something large was displacing the tall buffalo grass ahead. Then I reached the spot and found a steerite lying down with his steel legs neatly folded underneath him. They gleamed silver in the sun and his hinged metal tail swished back and forth, its brush swatting the flies that buzzed around the natural hide of his meaty, biological middle. As I pulled my battered hat off by the brim and squinted at the steerite, he turned his steel bovine head toward me, short horns and all.
“Hi, there,” I said.
“Hello,” he answered pleasantly. He had been programmed with excellent enunciation and a trace of a Boston accent. “Good day to you. Where are you bound?”
I untied my red bandana and wiped off my forehead with it. “I’m going to Femur to look for a job. Pardon my asking, but … have you lost your herd? What are you doing here?”
“I am merely waiting. Have I lost my herd? More accurately, my herd has been rustled.”
“I dutifully escaped. None of my comrades succeeded in this endeavor. Since our trail crew ran off, I have no trail boss to whom I must report. Nor am I honor bound to join the herd after it has been rustled.”
I nodded toward the mark stamped onto the shining metal base of his tail, where it extended from his natural hindquarters. “Waiting for what? You still have your serial number.”
“Oh, yes. I am fully programmed and ready to report to any authority who can restore me to my legal owner.”
“I don’t know. We get basic programming for herding, pasturing, and speech, but little precise data. Of course, we can accumulate information as we go, but no one ever told me the owner’s name or where to locate him.”
“I guess the trail crew was supposed to get you there?”
“Indeed they were, those cowardly louts.” He lowered his head modestly. “I am led to believe that my mechanical parts are quite expensive. Not to mention my beef.”
About the Author
William F. Wu is a longtime writer of science fiction and fantasy novels and short stories. Originally from the Kansas City area, he attended the University of Michigan, where he received a doctoral degree in American Culture. His “cyberwestern” Hong on the Range, a satire of westerns, was chosen by the American Library Association, Booklist, and the Library Journal for their Recommended and Best of the Year lists. His first novel, MasterPlay, is based on a novelette that appeared in Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine in 1979, and presented professionals who play virtual reality wargames.
The story and novel are among the earliest to predict these subjects. He may be best known for contemporary fantasy short stories, such as “Wong’s Lost and Found Emporium,” a multiple award nominee that was adapted into an episode of the Twilight Zone in 1985. Collections of his short stories are reprinted in ebook and sometimes in trade paperback and audiobook editions.