This book was my best shot at liking a Western. I was enjoying it in the beginning--the scenery, the slow-talking and realistic conversations, the time period detail. I liked that it wasn't like seemingly all other Westerns in which every single person has a ridiculous nickname and 3/4 of the words necessary to construct a sentence are simply left off, making each phrase seem belched instead of spoken. But then, as I started to get bored, I looked through the rest of the book to see if anything new was going to happen, and it looked like by the end, nothing actually had happened. It didn't seem like a story--just a bland and purposeless snapshot. And in the process of looking through the rest of the book, I also came upon a thick patch of sex scenes that were so grotesque that I didn't pick the book up again except to give it back to the library. I mean, it's not just sex, but super kinky, gross, and really frequent sex, with one slutty woman being shared by multiple men of drastically different ages. It just devolved into bizarre porno. Creepy.