Space Punch tome 3

After Rose Prairie leaves him, Jonas Crow sinks deep into a hole. That’s when he’s brought on for a special assignment by Sid Beauchamp, a friend in misfortune from his youth and now the sheriff of Tucson: to recover the corpse of Caleb Barclay, enslaved and tortured by the Indians. But things get complicated when it turns out that Caleb wasn’t a slave at all, but had married into the Apache tribe, and he was killed by none other than Sid himself. With Sid and his well-heeled bride-to-be at the helm, Tucson seems on the verge of great things… But as a blizzard hits, so do Jonas and Caleb’s widow, the fierce Salvaje, and bullets and vengeance storm the winter skies of the Arizona desert.

We’re right in the middle of World War I, deep in the trenches. The soldiers are confronted by unimaginable suffering and violent death on a daily basis. Considered as nothing more than cannon fodder by their superiors, they try desperately to survive. Partly as an act of defiance in the face of hardship, partly as the ultimate irony, the soldiers nickname their regiment after the famous Parisian cabaret club ‘Folies Bergère’. They laugh and joke, they write, they draw, they fight, they die in appalling circumstances, they kill themselves, they lose their minds. And then one of their number is sentenced to death by firing squad… and miraculously survives…