A farmer perishing under a fallen tractor makes a last stab at philosophizing: "There was nothing dead that was ever beautiful." It is a sentiment belied not only by the strange beauty in his story but also in the rough lives and deaths, small and large, that fill these haunting tales. Pulp-fiction grim and gritty but with the rhythm and resonance of classic folklore, these stories take place in a world of shadowy figures and childhood fears, in a countryside peopled by witches and skinflints, by men and women mercilessly unforgiving of one another's trespasses, and in nights prowled by w