Stephen Graham Jones has a way of presenting horror that always astounds me, revealing the horrors of every day struggles with nuanced allegories that entertain even while they disturb and enlighten the reader. The Only Good Indians is a great example of this, presenting a tale of supernatural folk horror rooted in the unpredictable ways that mistakes in our youth can come back to haunt us. The story follows four men struggling with personal demons and the unfortunate realities of living on a reservation in the US and Canada, who are suddenly (and violently) confronted by a force they unwittingly unleashed as teenagers in an act of youthful foolishness. Each man faces an incarnation of this being tailored to his own hardships, a horror shaped as much by themselves as the consciousness that seeks to destroy them. I cannot recommend this book highly enough.