Not wholly autobiography, since it covers only that part of Mary Rak's life as a cattleman's wife in southwest Arizona, in the Chiricahua Mountains. Therein a couldn't curse the cat without getting fur in your mouth"" she tries to make a home and to forget the beautiful old house and the lovely possessions which had burned to cinders. The method of telling makes adventure of days which might have seemed endlessly dull, days spent in the saddle, rounding up cattle, searching for strays, setting wolf traps. She fills the pages with anecdotes of cows, steers, dogs, Mexicans. It's a book for women and men alike, and for those readers who ordinarily prefer fiction, as there is a definite element of adventure, good, red-blooded western adventure. A really remarkable human interesting document.