But it's not finished. Nothing ever is in Ireland""--old enmities, a life for a life, a tooth for a tooth. This is the Ireland, West Ireland, of 1952--smaller thrubles, fewer casualties--most recently a father and two sons murdered for no reason. Diarmuid O'Connell, ex-commando, R.C.M.P. under cover, arrives there as gamekeeper to live with Tim, a much older one, fall in love with his girl who is one of crusty, intransigent, almost indestructible Scan Donohue's eight children, and to engender another cause for bloodshed which keeps Erin forever green. Old fashioned if you will, but quite satisfactory and as straight as a shot of whiskey or the barrel of a shotgun.