At the very least, it has continued to the Splatter Western series in the right direction, providing us another enjoyable ride through blood and guts (which there was more of here than in book one of the series). Luckily, the finale in Duncan makes up for those softer moments, providing us a healthy body count.ĭespite my complaints, I found this book to be a lot of damn fun. You don’t want that when the action and horror kick in, but it happens nevertheless here. Some scenes also felt a little rushed and lacking in detail. There was also a problem with Beck – the supposed hero – who you’d expect to have a stronger personality (or actual skills worth displaying), but instead blends in with the crowd. As a result, I sometimes forgot who was who for a page or two. There are numerous characters in this short novel, very few of which left any real impression with me. There’s also a town along the way – called Duncan – that is also ripe for slaughter, save for Karl Beck (a monster hunter) and his Sheriff friend set to leave town soon with his wife. Along the Chisholm Trail, a powerful creature lies in wait, hungry for the feast on display. A cattle drive from Texas to Kansas is about to have a bad time.
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