John Crowley’s death brought back a cherished memory from my first World Fantasy Convention in 1981. After years of admiring his novels, from The Deep and Beasts to Engine Summer and Little, Big, I found myself enthusiastically praising Little, Big to a friend, only to discover that the smiling man listening nearby was Crowley himself.
Cowboy Witches has finally arrived—a collection of uncanny, dust‑lit stories where magic, grit, and human tenderness collide in the wide, weird West.
The central plot begins with a relatively straightforward case of theft but expands into a more complex investigation involving multiple deaths and a network of deception. The progression is deliberate, culminating in a genuinely unexpected conclusion that reframes earlier developments.