The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
As he makes his way across this vast, bleak and desolate landscape, he meets people, has sex, forms friendships. Bullets fly……people die.
The gunslinger has bad, equally bleak and desperate dreams and flashbacks. The man in black eludes him.
For me the best part of this story was the conversation between Roland (the gunslinger) and Walter (the man in black) near the end of this segment of the journey and King’s own afterword.
Nothing much actually happens here but we learn some things along the way, things which are integral to the rest of this colossal fantasy.
Remember, this is King, so have faith and do
read some of the reviews here on goodreads. That was enough to motivate me to pick up and read the second book in this series which more than makes up for the flat, bareness of this offering.