Oh Elmer, how I love you. By far, one of my favorite Texas writers and I think I'm just going to have to read all of his books. One of these days. . .
Not an easy tale, which you can probably figure out from the title. The slaughter is of both buffalo and people. Kelton follows both the Commanches, trying to figure out why there are so many fewer buffalo and the buffalo hunters, starting to notice that there aren't quite as many to shoot. Some wonderful character studies of both the hunters and the Commanches.
While the ending wasn't quite as tragic as perhaps it should have been, it's a very powerful book.
One of my favorite bits:
Once the guns began their talking and the skinning knives started their work, this peaceful place would be transformed by destruction and waste, death and decay. Never again would it look as he saw it now. He tarried, staring, wishing he might leave as it was, a secret all his own.
But that was a futile wish, for more hunters followed behind the Cregar and Browder wagons. If his group did not claim this canyon and take these buffalo, others would. Colonel Creager would say they were but the instruments of history, doing whad had to be done for the manifest destiny that dictated the taming of the land, the conversion of the wilderness to the needs of civilized men.
Gazing down upon the contented animals scattered as far as he could see, visualizing the slaughter that awaited them, he did not feel civilized.