You dont get a much more evocative opening than that for a Western novella called Werewolf, and the story lives up to both its title and that opening in ways you wont expect from Max Brand who did write some fantastic fiction. On that bitter night Chris Royal walks into Yates Saloon to escape the storm where Cliff Main, gun happy brother of killer Harry Main, is looking for trouble over a girl both like.
It is a part Western revenge story, part tale of redemption of man and dog, part dog story with a rousing good adventure story set in the more or less modern West.
