Quirt Creek flowed sluggishly between willows which sagged none too gracefully across its deeper pools, or languished beside the rocky stretches that were bone dry from July to October, with a narrow channel in the centre where what water there was hurried along to the pools below. For a mile or more, where the land lay fairly level in a platter-like valley set in the lower hills, the mud that rimmed the pools was scored deep with the tracks of the "TJ up-and-down" cattle, as the double monogram of Hunter and Johnson was called.
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Since "Guttenberg Press" books tell you absolutely nothing about what you are going to get for free, I was completely surprised by this book. I assumed it was a memoir from the late 19th or early 20th century. It turned out to be a fun novel in the pulp-cowboy vein. I feared the worst, but it is pretty well written.
The writer (a woman who actually lived in early 20th century Montana when this story was written) has a good sense of humor and touches on some of the big issues of the West such as water rights and land ownership and development. Her intrepid heroine starts out as a girl actor in the silly Westerns of early Hollywood and then switches to a remote ranch for the real cowgirl experience. Sometimes in times of stress, the two overlap. Much better than I expected.