This is a folksy character study of Ozona, Texas, ""the biggest little town on earth"". While hard to take seriously in a sociological sense, it gives a clearer picture of how the West was won than does the recent Cinerama spectacle. It was won by fences and windmills and not by lawmen and the U.S. Cavalry, and it took a tough sheep man to sit still and fight the elements. Author Bosworth, whose primary sources here are old family letters and tape-recorded talks with old-timers, went there in 1907 when the town was 16 years old and he was six. Today Ozona has mushroomed to 3361 residents and, in a county twice the size of Rhode Island, it remains the only town. Others may not share his admiration for this ""Millionaires Town"" and some of its special features: it has a herd of 36 Cadillacs and many, many Buicks; its women are the best-dressed in the world (per capita, they have the cash) a fact acknowledged even in Dallas; and three school systems, white, Negro and ""Latin American"" although the kindergartens were desegregated last year... The book's best feature is tangy anecdote, way off in the past down in Teyaxas.