I Knew It Was Going to End in a Depressing Way!

It's been a week or two since I finished the book so don't be surprised if my memory is a little fuzzy. The moose hunting part was preety cool. It made Buck look like the blood thirsty hunter that is inside of all large dogs. I say large dogs because your not going to get those kind of hunting skills and tactics from a yorkie or a dachsun. Then things took a turn for the absolute worsed. Buck comes back from the big kill and finds total destruction and death. Unfortunatley for the indians, that killed his friends and destroyed everything he knew, they decided to party after the slaughter. Bad move. The detail that the author followed with would make any World War II veteran sick and scared. The rampage that Buck unleahed is unlike anything that I have ever read, heard, or seen. I won't repeat any thing that was written for those of you with weak stomachs. Then Buck finds a pack of wolves while he is still in killing mode so he shreds a couple of them, too. Then after they stop fighting he joins the pack and lives on in the blood of the wolves and in the not so happy Indian tales of the Evil Spirit. And that's the rest of the story.