The involuntary exile of the author, his wife Berry, their son Sherwood, in a Wyoming foothills town where they stopped off en route to Mexico, and where the gambling tables got their traveling and budget funds. They learned to love the place, the people and the life and this account in casual, informal manner, traces the discomforts, the delights, and the daily round of the community life. There's the jail, with its waiting list, and the opposition jail; the rodeo, the hunting, the cat and dog they acquire, fishing, the National Park and the elk herds, first considered enemies, now accepted, the newspaper and its editor, the bar and its social importance, the cattle business, including a selling trip to Chicago and a fiasco of a dinner (this is straight Bemelmansi), the life lines of transportation through the Tetons, the warfare with the stove and the fire siren, the outer and inner life of the Square, and the year's end--of contentment. And we're not forgetting Hough's misadventures with the animal known as the horse. The things that go on around him and his way of telling them are contagiously enjoyable. Robust enjoyment here.