Down the road a piece from home, away from his mother's new husband (whom he hates), and his moniker, Francis Noble LeJeune (which he also hates), F.N. spends a week being initiated into the business we call life. There's a Sheriff who plays a Last Picture Show role as a surrogate father--Wilson by name--Wilson, who has always wondered about his deputy Pardee who may or may not be his real son. Pardee has a native meanness which reduces to the fact that he sees red when he sees black, And there's a girl LaWanda, picked tip after she's been assaulted by her stepdaddy although she's willing to submit like a snake to F.N. And there's a flood to wash away some of these difficulties while it compounds the all-around tragedies. The scene is Texas--not much to see between the Sinclair station and the Dam Site Cafe--highways with stones, gravel and old beer bottles. A place for coming through and moving on. Irsfeld's short novel has a nice quality which includes the honesty of youthful vision, even though it may be hard to find that occasional reader willing to thumb a ride.