Rough, Dark, Shaggy....and Beautiful: a review of Butcher's Crossing by John Williams

Butcher’s Crossing
by John Williams
Reviewed by Derek Harmening

Just try to imagine: You’re fetally curled, knees knocking your chin, fingers so cold you can’t move them of your own volition.  A thick, rancid stench fills the air and a shroud of darkness envelops you.  Why?  Because you’re wrapped up in the bloody hide of a freshly killed buffalo.  Burrowing lice and fleas crawl over your arms and neck and face, probing, biting, but you can’t move lest your small shelter ope...