I didn’t expect to finish That Damned Coyote Hill so quickly, but it still satisfied. The protagonist Hawthorne follows three men to the town of Coyote Hill, plays their bare-knuckle fighting scam, and then chases them and a girl they kidnap into the hills above – hills haunted by massive coyotes.
It’s dark as the mud which splatters every scene, featuring a haunting tribesman, a town full of statue-like townsmen, and a main character with a crucifix marked on his head.
A gothic western, then. And a bloody good one too.