A red dress—elegant and somewhat out of place—is anything but a hindrance to Clyde Northway, the character who drives the action in Kenzie Jenning’s Red Station. Sometimes, a woman’s clothing is nothing but an obstacle for damsels-in-a-dress-in-distress, but Jenning’s novella slashes that convention and provides a fantastic weapon of armor in “a deep, rich red much like garnet.” Indeed, the color red dominates in the blistering sun of the prairie landscape and flows in rivers of blood. (There is plenty of blood in this “splatter-Western.”)
Red Station, with its intriguing and well-rounded characters, gory scenes, and twists and turns through desolate and wild prairie landscape is a suspenseful page-turner. Who is the family that owns the home station where four stagecoach passengers stop for the night? What could feed their ravenous desires? Who can be trusted?
The action is fast, the characters are quick-witted, and the description is rich with details. By the end of this book, I was convinced that to survive uncertain, bizarre, and threatening circumstances, it’s best to pack a red dress—and sharp accessories.
Amazon link: Red Station