Stephen Graham Jones is an absolute genius of the type of quiet horror that will sneak up and whisper in your ears as you are trying to sleep. Years ago, four friends from the Blackfeet Nation go hunting on lands that are reserved for only the tribal elders. They see a herd of elk and start shooting. They end up killing 9 of them, but one of them had to be shot multiple times to get it to die. When they started field dressing the elk, they find that it was pregnant and the calf is still alive. The sense of horror you get from the actions of the men is very real, whether you are a hunter or not, Jones does a magnificent job of writing the feelings and physical scene of the event. The men end up getting caught and the meat gets thrown away. Years later, Lewis begins being haunted (hunted?) by a woman holding an elk's head. He sees and hears things that nobody else sees or hears, but the results of the horror that visits him are visible to all. It is just so amazingly well-crafted that even though the prose is beautiful, the gory parts are just, honestly, horrifically disgusting and they stay with you in your mind for a very long time. Jones, himself a member of the Blackfeet nation, writes the issues facing the young men of the nation in a heartbreakingly sincere way. I highly recommend this book, especially to lovers of horror, but also to readers who value tremendous writing. This is Stephen Graham Jones at his very finest.