If you ever see a Skinwalker... "A cloud drifted across the moon as an unnaturally tall and thin man crept across the ranch boundary. He slunk more than walked, loped more than ran, as if a giant, feral spider crept out in the world, in the shape of a man. "His hair hung behind his back in a long ponytail, his gaunt features obscured by the dark and the distance. But the aura he gave off was distinct. He was a naagloshii, and a powerful one. An ancient skin-walker, a spirit of evil that feasted off death - and that aura followed him wherever he went." Call Eddie Burma. When his small town is plagued by a life-stealing Navajo shaman and his coven, Eddie takes them on. Except the conflict pulls him into a far reaching plot where he faces the Demonic lord of torment, evil mages, gunslingers and spirits from a time long past.