Instead of spoiling the plot, I'll just give another note on the humor-challenged, single-minded Injun Bill. When someone tells him to stop and smell the flowers once in awhile, it turns out that he has literally never smelled a flower. (In the last scene he gingerly picks up a lily and sniffs like it's about to bite him.)
I saw Dead Man's Shoes in its maiden voyage at the charming Williamston Theatre (with apologies to the community, Williamston itself seems a little ghost town-esque, which helped set the mood). The production moved intact to the Performance Network in March for a run that continues every Thursday, Friday, Saturday night, plus Sunday afternoons, through April 8.
[Originally published in April, 2012.]