"<i>The Kid</i> is in the best myth-shattering and rambunctious Twain tradition." —Jack Conroy, the <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i>
"Seelye is not only up to something unusual, but perhaps something quite profound."—<i>New York Times</i>
"The western of the season."—<i>New Republic</i>
"Here we have a skilled hand working with broad humor in a lusty, free-wheeling vernacular and with a story that emerges as a kind of American tragedy, Western style."—<i>Philadelphia Inquirer</i>
They were met in the saloon by Fiddler Jones, whose hair and temper flared like a wasps' nest. Fiddler's yellow eyes fell instantly in love with the kid's pouch of gold dust. That pouch was worth killing for.
Fiddler was no stranger to trouble, but the trouble he found in the kid and the mute took everyone by surprise. It just kept coming, like nothing Winky had ever seen before.