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“Eric Red’s THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE is a fun and exciting read that no horror fan should miss” – Famous Monsters of Filmland.Monday, June 9th, 2014
“Imagine THE MAGIFICENT SEVEN mixed with DOG SOLDIERS and you’ve got Eric Red’s THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE. It’s full of classic horror moments, non-stop action, and characters pushed to the edge. Three outlaws are hired by a young woman to protect her village from what she claims is a pack of werewolves. Seeing it as an easy job for three gunslingers looking to make some quick coin, they begin a journey that will forever change the way they see the world. Filled with action set pieces and terrifying monsters that are ready-made for big screen adaptation, GUNS is a fun and exciting read that no horror fan should miss.” – Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine.
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Eric Red kicked in the doors and smacked me around in the mid-1980s. His scripts for NEAR DARK and, in particular, THE HITCHER were the stuff of geek dreams. His writing had precision-tooled, B-movie mechanics and plots built with a merciless, gleeful desire to give the people what they want in ways that surprised us.
His best work, in my humble opinion, emerged when he directed his own hit-man masterpiece, COHEN & TATE, where mean and funny and brutal and thrilling all hold hands and sing “Kumbaya” as Roy Scheider (fucking Roy Scheider!) and Adam Baldwin duke it out over the delivery of a 12-year-old eyewitness to their mafia bosses.
I’ve kept up with his film work, but I had no idea he’s been producing horror and other pulp fictions on the page for some time, too. Samhain Publishing now releases a short novel that displays a characteristic panache.
THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE has, at its core, a plot almost as perfect as SNAKES ON A PLANE: werewolves in the Old West. A vicious pack of banditos has holed up in a small-town church, terrorizing and daily snacking on the townsfolk. One young citizen sneaks away, hoping to convince some other vicious pack of bandits to ride in, melt down the silver and plug the lycanthropes. There isn’t a Western or werewolf cliché Red doesn’t welcome into the saloon.
As in his movies, the familiar is served up neat, no chaser; there’s an economy to his storytelling that will reward readers looking for the rush of mayhem. It’s an old-fashioned, well-made dime novel, doing Louis L’Amour, Elmore Leonard and Richard Matheson proud. And there’s a bite of Tabasco in the shot, small doses of razor wit: a gunslinger asking about a hapless civilian, “Who’s the sombrero?”; a drunken prisoner carefully sizing up his escape plan while a wolf man rips up the cells.
My only caution is that it’s relentlessly familiar: the saloons and slang; the virginal, feisty Mexican woman love interest; THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN thug-vs.-thug match-up at the core of the plot. I had hoped to be kicked out of the saddle a little more often. Still, the book begins at a gallop and never lets up.
Once again, Red delivers the pulp goods. And it’d make a helluva film. —Mike Reynolds
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Check out the official book trailer for THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE, my new werewolf western novel from Samhain Publishing!Tuesday, October 8th, 2013
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“They’re hired guns. The best at what they do. They’ve left bodies in their wake across the West. But this job is different. It’ll take all their skill and courage. And very special bullets. Because their targets this time won’t be shooting back. They’ll fight back with ripping claws, tearing fangs and animal cunning. They’re werewolves. A pack of bloodthirsty wolfmen has taken over a small Mexican village, and the gunmen are the villagers’ last hope. The light of the full moon will reveal the deadliest showdown the West has ever seen—three men with six-shooters facing off against snarling, inhuman monsters.”
The book is available now from Samhain Publishing at your favorite bookstore, on-line bookseller or at samhainpublishing.com.
Reviewed by Michael R. Collings
For connoisseurs of the Old West, Eric Red’s The Guns of Santa Sangre has all the elements of a classic:
*It opens with a fast-and-furious stagecoach heist;
*It has outlaws who, beneath their coarse exterior, boast hearts of gold;
*It has cruel, corrupt representatives of the law, who deserve everything that happens to them, and more;
*It has touches of Seven Samurai and The Magnificent Seven…with perhaps a tiny wink in the direction of The Three Amigos;
*It has sacrifice and heartbreak;
*It has a beautiful heroine disguised as a boy, even though the disguise isn’t exactly perfect;
*It has a town drunk who hides a secret that has kept him alive…and acts as the key to his redemption;
*It has gunplay and horseplay;
*It has a treasure in silver waiting for the taking;
*It ends with the heroes riding off into the sunset, justice…and love…having prevailed.
And…oh yes!…it has WEREWOLVES!
Somehow, though, everything weaves together nicely to create a fun, rapid-paced yarn. The werewolves are given enough background to make their presence entirely logical; and the remaining—human—characters run true-to-type without quite becoming stereotypes. Their actions are at once unique to each and representative of what one would expect in a good Western.
Three gunslingers on the run from an American bounty hunter and the Mexican authorities meet a young Mexican peasant who convinces them to help his small village, now overrun by ruffians who have made their headquarters in the local church. Their reward: the silver statues and other artifacts in the church. All they need to do is kill the ruffians.
Sounds simple enough. Three against a dozen or so…no problem.
Until, of course, one factors in the supernatural. Ruffians killed by day rise again in the night as werewolves, insatiably hungry for human flesh…and they’ve almost run out of villagers.
Quick, smooth, easily read, The Guns of Santa Sangre satisfies on both accounts. It is an almost filmic rendition of the time-honored traditions of the Western, with a deftly handled incursion of the unnatural, with the two blended into a single, intriguing story.
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PLOT: Under a full moon, a hardened trio of Pistoleros are tasked with ridding a Mexican village of a rabid wolf-men infestation.
REVIEW: The great Eric Red has wasted little time pounding out his second novel, THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE, which I’m happy to report is an utterly enjoyable read! If his first novel DON’T STAND SO CLOSE was a welcome alternative for the slightly younger crowd who thoroughly despised the TWILIGHT saga, SANTA SANGRE is for the hardened horror head who craves an even more violent, visceral, overall priapic experience. Set in the arid Mexican desert, Red’s prose and storytelling are somewhat redolent of Cormac McCarthy and Stephen King, with SANTA SANGRE evoking shades of what a twisted lovechild of BLOOD MERIDIAN and SILVER BULLET might cast. High praise indeed. Even higher praise is due, because of his many years of screenwriting experience, to the way Red paints such a visual world without subjugating the importance of believable, three-dimensional characters whose journey we truly care to ride along with. Props Mr. Red, you’ve done it once again!
The titular GUNS refer to Tucker, Bodie and Fix – a troika of hired gunmen with a bounty swirling overhead for their inglorious ways – with SANTA SANGRE referring to men’s destination, a small village dubbed Saint Blood, named too for its portentous past. The two troubled nouns are on a collision course of grisly destiny, but until that fateful full-mooned night finally arrives – we live, breathe, drink, sweat and fight with the gun-slinging trio on a bloody warpath of bare survival. Tucker assumes the de facto leader role, Bodie’s a sizable Swede with muscle, while Fix is the consummate pragmatist. Together they’re a formidable gang you don’t want to cross, physically or otherwise. As the story starts, the gunmen are on the run, but they soon happen upon a young peasant girl named Pilar who solicits their much needed help. You see, her family village has been pillaged by a legion of wolf-men – Men Who Walk Like Wolves – a race of 8-foot tall, red-eyed, bear-clawed monsters who skulk the night under a full moon. Quite a tall task for our gruff, no-shit-taking antiheros…especially considering the beasts’ insatiable penchant for human flesh. Are the boys up to it?
What I love most about SANTA SANGRE is the seamless marriage of not just horror and western genres, which I always appreciate, but rather the specific folkloric interplay between the outlaw and the werewolf subgenre. Eric Red is no stranger to such tropes, remember, he made the iniquitously undervalued BAD MOON back in 1996…which sort of touched on similar themes. Here though the gauntlet is thrown down with hardcore force, highlighted by prose and story-action that are boastfully brusque, ultra-bloody and unremittingly brutal. Seriously, if babies getting gulped-up-whole by ravenous Wolf-Men might offend you, well, I say suck it up and take the hit. I really do. For the AITH crowd though, this is a surefire must read…fevered, sweaty and dusty by day…twisted, gory and hyper-violent by night. It’s the kind of successful genre mash-up Hollywood has tried to get right on many a occasion, often with tragic and laughable results. Refreshingly, though only literary at this stage (fingers crossed), THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE aims high and hits the bulls-eye dead f*ckin’ center!
Along the way, we meet a few other ancillary characters…many of whom parish, few who survive. One such is an 85 year old drunkard with an intimate knowledge of werewolves, having survived many an ominous full-moon rampage. His liquor stench hides the smell of human flesh, thereby giving him agility. It’s through him we learn more about the feral bloodthirsty beasts that await the gunmen, namely how silver bullets through the heart are the main way to dispatch such a nasty foe. Sounds rudimentary at first, sure, but remember this is the old west. Silver is much harder to come by, and when you finally do procure any amount of it, the raw material must be melted down and molded into properly calibrated ammunition. No easy feat. But quite auspiciously, the gunmen learn that the church in Pilar’s village is rife with all kinds of silver trinkets…many of which promised to them after mission complete. The three brutes agree to help, saddle up, and make their way to Santa Sangre. What bloodily befalls them in the interim is up to you to find out!
Thankfully though, it’s those very auxiliary characters and slight tangential red-herrings that keep the journey from ever being stale. If it weren’t for the offshoots and subtle misdirects, the story might be little more than a compilation of high-caliber action set-pieces, whereupon the trio of gunmen ride into a new town, show down, blow shite up, and move right the hell along (not that that would be a bad thing on its own mind you). As it is, the heft of those gnarly confrontations are more noticeable amid some of the lighter lulls we find all characters – the main three and others, namely Pilar – experiencing throughout. In shorter, there’s a measured balance Red strikes between the hyper-furious shootouts and the contemporaneous character building…and in a true symbiotic fashion, each one makes the other better. Like its own blood-flow, the story stays fresh and it stays rich!
In the end, THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE is a fun, good-old-fashioned horror read that often defies werewolf convention. It’s brisk. It’s bold. It’s bloody as hell. And as a lifelong storyteller who thinks in pictures, Eric Red will set us in one direction then deliberately crack the compass and laugh right in our face. Which is fantastic! The book is unpredictable like that, which keeps the story fluid and vibrant all the way to the climax. Spikes of terror, lulls of laughter, extremely well drawn and ultra-violent action scenes, deftly shaded characters we can care and root for…all make for a potent-hundred-proof-brew of fictitious bliss. I shit you not – hardened horror head or not – go out and get this book ASAP!
9 out of 10.