This book is exactly why I'm in the Image For Life Club. This team has brought together all the elements making this small window in time a Micro-Golden Age for the independents: simple but elegantly mature art; coloring that is both period-perfect and yet timeless; and the story of innocence attempting to keep itself whole despite being sandwiched between the active evil of Man and the banal evil of Nature. Like the best parts of Manifest Destiny and the high points of anything Kirkman, I'll expect to see that glimmer of Hope burn through the 10 tons of shit that keep falling on it - even though I know the shit (and the shitters) win in the long run. But like Uncle James Morrison said, "I just wanna get my kicks before the shithouse goes up in flames!"