She kept a warm house. She kept it full.
Wyoming Territory, 1870s. In a gold camp where men outnumber women a hundred to one, Polly Bartlett knows exactly what hungry men want.
A hot supper. A soft smile. A woman who listens.
Polly learned to read men in the hollow under her father's saloon bar. Now, an hour east of the diggings in a gulch the butchers left behind, she has built the house of her dreams. Long porch. Big stove. A table that never empties. And a brass bell she rings at dusk to call them in.
They come. They eat. They thank her.
They are never seen again.
Inspired by a Wyoming frontier legend historians still call folklore, Eat, Drink, Die is a chilling descent into the mind of a woman who turns hospitality into hunting. As the bodies mount under the slope and the living grow suspicious, Polly must feed not only her boarders, but the hunger inside herself that no ledger can balance.
Lyrical, brutal, and impossible to put down, this is historical horror at its finest. For readers of The Hunger, True Grit, and My Heart Is a Chainsaw who like their Westerns dark and their heroines dangerous.
