As October casts its eerie spell, I found myself reading a book that tiptoes between horror and Western: The Gunsmith: Skinwalker, the 497th installment, written by Marcus Pelegrimas under the pseudonym J.R. Roberts. Speaking Volumes, LLC publishes it. Within a few pages, I discovered it wasn’t just the usual shootouts and saloon brawls; instead, it beckoned readers into the depths of Navajo lore and the horrifying mythology surrounding the Skinwalker, or yee naaldlooshii, a shapeshifter feared across the land.
Our protagonist, Clint Adams, the eponymous Gunsmith, straddles the line between fate and misfortune. He stumbles upon Joe, a near-dead man uttering frantic tales of a creature that isn’t just a man or beast. Clint's instinct kicks in, and he swiftly hauls Joe to Wayland Pass, a town he's reluctantly revisited, where he finds both familiarity and a sizzle of passion with an old flame, Stormy.
What I anticipated as a red herring turns out to be a harrowing reality: Clint encounters the Skinwalker firsthand, an entity that evokes gruesome horrors: half-werewolf, half-human, all-nightmare. Teaming up with the locals, Clem and his nephew, Seth, Clint journeys into Navajo land, seeking wisdom to confront this supernatural menace before it claims more innocent lives.


