See How I Shine A Light On. . .
The Darkest Day
In this final book of the Gun Hand series, 17 years have passed since Walsh Ritter buried his wife, and shortly thereafter, avenged her death. And as the blurb goes on to highlight, his circumstances have changed considerably:
Seventeen years after he exacted his revenge on those that had killed his wife, Walsh Ritter is tired of wandering, he is ready to sleep in the same bed every night. Fate makes that possible. Walsh falls quietly and contentedly into life as a resident of a town who fills a necessary role, the role of coffin maker. Still wearing the gun that has made him so feared and so hunted, on occasion he must fall back on his old ways to stop those who would make a name for themselves by killing Walsh, but mostly he builds coffins and sits in the shade remembering her… until that young man came to town looking for help.
The town never saw Walsh again after he went to the shop to help the young man who was in need of a coffin.
Eleven days later, Walsh is allowed to emerge from one of his own coffins to see what he had hoped he would never see again. The young man proved to be much more than even Walsh had believed him to be. He was not just a kidnapper and would be murderer, he has a bloodline that makes him formidable.
Killing Walsh isn’t enough for the young man, it could never be enough. As so often before, the brutality had to precede the killing. But the young man makes the same mistake others before him made. When you take time to torture Walsh Ritter, you are giving him time to think and to get mad.
A reckoning must come, but also a final and everlasting peacefulness that had been sought for so long. Walsh sees a way for everyone involved to get what they desire the most, himself most of all…finally.
With jagged teeth and ragged lips, Walsh Ritter can finally smile in the epic conclusion to this saga.
My blog followers will know
I’ve followed Jeff Crawford’s Gun Hand series from the start. And I’ve really
enjoyed every painful, bloody step along the way. What impressed me the most is
the way Jeff Crawford managed to elevate his story by applying & sticking
to – how can I describe this – an adult approach to psychological horror from
(If you’re looking for madcap running and screaming and wanton bloodletting, then look elsewhere).
No, what you get here is something thoughtful; something insidious; something that eats away at your sensibilities so that you’re drawn into Ritter’s plight in a very personal way. THAT’s why it’s far superior to many other stories out there. And such a vibe set the series apart. And in this concluding chapter, he manages to slow the pace right down and add an intensity that allows you to prepare for an inevitability long in the waiting.
What that inevitability entails? Ah, you’ll have to find out for yourself. Just remember, Ritter does things HIS way. At a time and place of HIS choosing. Can we expect anything less, then, in this his final story when the ghosts of victims past come a calling?
A part of me is sad that Ritter’s story has to end. But isn’t that the way life is? Even so, Jeff Crawford delivers that ending in such a way that the legend will always live on, and in doing so, sets an example of how to round a hugely satisfying series off.