This is a ghost story, a tale of supernatural conflict, where all the ghosts that have haunted all his books on the margins or as visions and dreams just come right out and say yeah, we're real. Aaron Hollan Broussard, grieving for the death of his daughter, who is nonetheless hanging around and cleaning his yard for him, is visited by some guys painting a swastika on his barn and two guys with guns stalking round his house at night. He meets a sherrif's deputy with an otherworldly portal in her basement. He sees re-enactoments of an old massacre of a Indian tribe. He tries to do something to save two boys on the wrong path. Other people in their lives have other ideas. I did not know Burke had lost a daughter until I got to the afterword and hoo boy, that packs a punch. The grief and loss are raw and bitter, the despair almost tangible.