Those Poor, Poor Bastards (Dead West Book#1) by Tim Marquitz, J.M. Martin and Kenny Soward is a small bundle of gory entertainment. Plenty of action, blood, skull fragments and undead will tickle your morbid palette.
The story itself starts off with the reader being handed plate after plate of Western vernacular, almost to the point of enough is too much (We know it’s a Western, the cliché language needed to be cut back a bit). But after that, it’s pretty much action, page after page.
Don’t get me wrong, there is great dialogue and some good character development in the pages. I even found myself smiling at certain parts, which to me, marks the sign of some good writing. Descriptive visions, comedic elements (“I swallowed my chaw.”), and real heart-felt conversations between Pa and Nina. A little heavy on the profanity at the beginning, which may take some readers aback, but the usage seems to taper off as the story develops.
I read Westerns periodically, and just about every other genre, and I cannot wait to delve into the rest of this series.