When I was ten years old, my favorite uncle murdered my favorite aunt.
Thus begins a wonderfully-written story of country folk versus city folk in the north woods of Michigan. Dylan LaCrosse is the narrator and his back woods family suffers some terrible times, but they don't suffer quietly, which leads to the local warning: "Never cross a LaCrosse."
Now Dylan is a cop and state police are coming in to investigate the murder of a state legislator who caused tragedy to the LaCrosse family. Can Dylan stay alive and solve the puzzle? And whose side is he on?
Two more wonderful lines from the story:
In the deep woods, amid the shadows and feral silences, man's place atop the food chain is still up for debate.
The kid's mentally challenged. His rat-bastard brothers use him for a guard dog to save the price of Alpo.
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