I should point out that I’ve had this novel wandering amongst the others within the ethereal realm of my Kindle, spinning easily along the carousel with a variation of chess, two journals I don’t use, Angry Birds, and a plethora of novels written by people almost certain to never be famous. Evernote is there, as well, but I don’t know why. This novel has been there for a while and nearly fell into the abyss of who knows why.
But I found it nonetheless and I am richer for it. I recall reading another novel by Samuelle, Ghosts of a Tired Universe, which was remarkable, and I promised myself I would rush to the next to come. This promise was lost within one of the journals never opened, so I am grateful that the book rediscovered me. I was simply going to scroll by it but my finger landed lightly and but for an instant. Thus, there it was.
I was hunting for another book anyway, since I had just finished one, which was enjoyable and should be read by all, but through means not entirely intended (I have already made that clear) I came across Gunfighter’s Dawn. I think you should know why you should, as well. Well, first off, this is clearly not your average western, but a western of sorts all the same, both modern-day and metaphysical. Or at least it seems to begin with a western flavor but with a mystical color.
You see, Holliday and our mysterious narrator, who has been Holliday’s partner since near the dawn of time, has some dealing to do with the devil. After all, the devil, or Dad to them, has a job for them to do. But it seems the boys seem reticent to just jump into that fray without more information, even after dealing with a gun going off accidentally.
For those who recognize the name, Jonas Samuelle, you’ll quickly recognize that who wrote this matters at least as much as the story written, since Samuelle has such a unique style. He has a way to make something even relatively mundane seem epic in proportion, so when things are genuinely wondrous, they are truly that. Bluntly, he is a fantastic wordsmith and artist and it could be assumed his ramblings on a restaurant napkin would likely be a treat to read.
When it comes to this particular story, a nice touch to this is that the read is not long at all, placing this work into a novella category. But there’s plenty there and we’re sure to read of Holliday again in the future, and we’re sure to look forward to it. In fact, this read is but a tease for what’s to come, leaving the fans of Samuelle to mutter, all right, now. Where is it?