“I counted the graves of my friends and it
was like ticking off time, each one representing a memory, a good time, a
shared glass of liquor, a laugh, a sense of indescribable loss.”
The above is a gorgeous representation of what one
finds between these covers. It is part of the Quint McCannon series, and I’ll
be honest, series usually rate low for me as the very fact that something is a
series means that absolute jeopardy is not on the table. The author must
continue the character to maintain the income. That foregone conclusion often
leads me to never fully involve.
Don’t get me wrong, there are many fine reads within
series tales; I simply point out that we all kinda, sorta know the end before
we start.
With all that said, this novel has the heft and beauty
of a single piece of literature. Mr. Brooks peppers the tale in the fashion of the
late Mr. McMurtry where we come across actual historical personages, which
allows McCannon/Brooks to proffer his judgment of the figure in question.
A gorgeous tale I enjoyed thoroughly save for the foregone
conclusion of “All will be right in the end” before I even left the
first page.
I shall return to Mr. Brooks and Mr. McCannon.
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