Did I read about Monte Walsh, by Jack Shaefer, here? This book has kept me reading for the last three days. The old west as it really was, or as it seems logically to have been. Monte's tale starts when he is 14, leaving home and an abusive step-father for the life of a cowboy during the peak of the cattle drive era. Drifting from job to job he quicikly finds his place due to his extraordinary talent with horses. Year by year vignettes tell his life and the lives of the men who fought Nature and villainy for $40/mo and keep. Romantic, yes, but gritty. The heat of the summer sun, the sting of the winter blizzard, the smell of horses' and men's sweat are almost palpable. Monte is one of those characters which will stick long after most of the rest.