Meet the Crow: He’s been around for hundreds of years. He took scalps in the time of Cortez and Columbus. He skins men and makes rugs of their hides, lassos of their intestines. Right now he’s angry, and out for blood. Meet the Dove: Matina’s a whore at the Maison de Joie, with more mojo than you can shake a stick at. It’s been said that, with just one bat of her eyelashes, she can turn pennyroyal tea into tincture of opium. Meet the Tracker: Dognose Jones, the adopted son of a Cherokee medicine man, has a special gift. He can smell his prey like a bloodhound scenting its chase. Welcome to the Wild, Weird West.
When you pick up a copy of Joseph Hirsch’s works, you know it’s going to be gory, you know it’s going to be bloody, you know it’s going to be good.
Once again, he hasn’t disappointed.
There are scenes in this book that I probably shouldn’t have read while on my lunch break, but I’m a butcher; I can handle the details of a man being skinned (even though I understand the process probably better than someone reading Joseph’s books should have). There’s a lot to love in this book, and I’m having a hard time thinking of anything bad about it.
Bring on the next Hirsch!