Highlights from the life of the ""best of the best"" cowpunchers, as he proves himself in a roping contest (roping, saddling and mounting a wild mustang in nine minutes) and a shooting match (fourteen bull's-eyes from the hip with his rifle, all but two dead center shooting two-handed with his Colts), earning the moniker Deadwood Dick (after the town where he triumphed). Nat Love's autobiography, Mr. Felton's source, yields up other ringers: the bay he won and sold twice in a raffle (the first time after trading two chickens for his ticket), giving him the stake to start west; the bad-tempered bronco he stuck to prove he wasn't a tenderfoot and get his first job with a trail crew. Then there's his rescue of a railroad agent from five armed outlaws, his escape from an Indian camp, his survival, sans horse, on the prairie in a sleetstorm. At the last he turns ""to the railroads to fill a life made empty by them,"" aiming to be ""the best Pullman porter in the country."" As told, his story exudes, pride, competence, stamina; it's a good show, and good to have separately.