Another wholesome sharing of the adventures in living a truly rural life -- a good one, but we wonder when the market will become saturated. In 1927 the author and her husband bade farewell to urban life (The New Yorker- and real estate) to look for wider horizons. They find a ranch inside the Crow Indian Reservation in Montana; the building of a shack before winter comes keeps them busy. A handful of stock, two helpers, eccentric neighbors, see them through the confinement of winter and spring brings them the inspiration to bring water to their desert garden. There is a wild horse round-up, a cattle round-up, and out of the wild chunk of Montana a ranch comes of age. Drought and the arrival of a baby send them to Sheridan, Wyoming and a newspaper job. There they root for FDR and Repeal, and ultimately hurry back to the ranch when cabin fever attacks those they've left in charge. To highlight their life unusual friends arrive, and the depression sends them East, to work and finally head for Florida. A cajoling, highspirited medley of achieving a dream, of self-reliance in an isolated kingdom. For arm-chair legstretchers.