This is the third book of Curtis' I've read, and just like the other two, it did not disappoint. I went in blind again, knowing little more than "it's a western". Having read "Bloodletting", I was excited for another time period piece by the author.
As with his other books, this story is not predictable in the least. You are immediately brought deep into the minds and hearts of the characters, fueling you to read "just one more page". I did, however, find myself halfway through the book thinking, where is the horror? No ancient gods seeking death and destruction, no cursed ghost towns ready to inflict revenge on whoever happens to pass through, no ancient aliens patiently waiting under the desert to take over the Earth... and yet, in the truest sense, it is horrific. Men and nature killing in the most brutal of ways, simply because they are men and it is nature.
I cannot tell you the best and simultaneously worst parts of the book without spoiling, but you may find yourself pausing, asking yourself if you just read that last page correctly, and rereading just to verify that it did in fact happen.
After a time span of what must be months, it all comes to an end very quickly, but I don't think any other ending would have served the story justice.