I'm a hunter of most things, especially tales; a happily married man, if such a non-fictional character exists; and a storyteller, who weaves flights of fancy with the nitty-gritty of personal experience.
The tiny corner of the Southwest that I call home has to a large extent shaped my views of people and life. It's a rugged, unforgiving place: next door to White Mountain Apaches, down the street from Navajos, and around the corner from Zunis and Hopis -- all friends and fellow travelers.
Besides hunting and spinning yarns, I tie flies and fish. There's a mystery to disguising a bare hook, placing it on the water just so, and waiting for the prey to come along. Of course angling isn't quite so simple. Sometimes the fish battles fiercely, and I often have to change tactics midstream. It's a lot like life; the struggle itself proves most interesting of all.
Nightfall and the Masked Demon
Young Navajo women are murdered and butchered in drug-crazed rituals. The evidence points back to ghastly rituals performed by a satanic cult years earlier. The FBI and Navajo Police join forces with a veteran Navajo County investigator to hunt down the deranged killer(s).
Richard Combs weaves this masterful tale of a fiendish serial killer, sexual crimes, demonic cults, masked demons, and Navajo life with a sure hand and many surprises.