In 1912, a Lutheran pastor in Montana takes the confession of a Blackfeet man named Good Stab, who comes to the church weekly and tells his story in pieces. Good Stab is a vampire, made by a white creature he was unlucky enough to encounter, and he wants to explain what he did to the men who slaughtered the buffalo. Much of the book is the pastor’s journal, found a century later by his descendant, who is transfixed by what appears to be the supernatural. Jones is Blackfeet and he uses the form of a horror novel to confront gross injustice in way no straight history would. I couldn’t put it down, though I was relieved when it came to its rightful close.
The Buffalo Hunter Hunter