Classy horror story in which a successful horror story writer relates a true story from his childhood in the 50s. We follow his younger self and his couple of friends, off into the nearby desert, toy rifes and cap guns to hand. It’s convincingly, and lovingly, related with details that ring true. As it starts to approach dusk, and time to head home, the nearby cave, somewhere out of bounds to them due to a group of kids dying there a generation back, suddenly becomes a place of horror, as those predecessors are there to haunt them, and the chilling earlier generation slang and earlier generation pop guns, and radio star cowboy heroes to whom they pay homage, is another clever touch.
