This book is a direct result of the admiration I hold for the American cowboy. Having been born and reared in a cattle-raising area of the Southwest, I have known many cowboys and cattlemen. I once spent one of my more enjoyable autumns in a line shack with a rheumatism-stove cow poke named Bill, whose major misery in life was bedbugs. As far as I know, Bill never took any action against them except to complain once in a while.
I am especially grateful to those cow hands who braved the deserts of rhetoric to report their part . . .
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