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The Old West, in the person of Eddie Bulwer, son of pioneers, manages to survive the attack of killer bureaucrats in this contemporary Western from the author of Chihuahua, 1916 (1980) and The Fence Jumper (1983). Eddie Bulwer's grampaw came out from Kansas and carved out a homestead hard by the game-rich hills of Wyoming. Now, nearly a century later, Eddie, an aging WW II hero married to a spunky Hungarian-American nurse, is just barely making a living leading hunting parties through his spread, which commands the only approach to public lands rich in fur, fin, and antlers. But, see, Eddie, he don't want to get rich. No, he just wants to stay out there on the 640 acres that God meant the Bulwers to have, catch the odd fish, shoot the odd deer. But Eddie, who can survive any blizzard you throw at him as long as he has his little hatchet, the same man who can almost catch a trout with his bare hands, is helpless against the most dangerous beast that roams today's elk and antelope country: the fork-tongued bureaucrat. It seems those pencil pushers have got Eddie over a barrel since one of his hunting parties shot an illegal ungulate while Eddie wasn't watching. Now they're blackmailing Eddie into betraying the position of a great and noble bull moose so a highly prized factory owner can take a shot at the beast. At least the scenery's real pretty.

Pub Date: June 1st, 1987
Publisher: Walker