B. M Bower

This book takes you back to Montana's Flying U Ranch with its wonderful group of cowboys. Andy Green, Pink, the Native Son, Irish, Weary, and Happy Jack were all here, along with Chip and his wife the Little Doctor and their son The Kid (real name Claude, and he is six years old and big for his age). The gang has to deal with changing times, progress, and civilization, all of which threaten the very existence of the Flying U. Homesteaders! Farmers!...

Written in the style of a short story, without excessive detail or extraneous characters, this is the story of Bud Moore, who after his wife leaves him, unknowingly gets caught up in a crazy scheme that necessitates his running for his life across the Southwest on foot, until he meets and teams up with an old prospector, Cash Markham. The tale that follows is fun, and I really enjoyed it, including the surprise ending. (Goodreads)

Life at the Flying U Ranch in the Bear Paw country of Montana was pleasant-until thousands of sheep invaded the coulee. B. M. Bower casts the ancient enmity between cattlemen and sheepmen in her own robust and slyly humorous style. Flying U Ranch brings back the Happy Family of cowboys introduced in Chip of the Flying U. Bertha Muzzy Bower, a Montanan herself, understood the joshing, boasting, and thoroughly decent young hands who worked at the Flying...

A millionaire's son who's gotten somewhat out of hand is sent out to Dad's ranch in Montana to reform. Years ago his father had gotten into a lively feud with some neighbours, the Kings, whose ill-will is still as strong as ever. Naturally our protagonist falls for their beautiful daughter. There's a jolt of added energy in his handful of encounters with peppery old man King. (Goodreads)

This is a solid, basic cowboy story from B. M. Bower, an early work of hers on the standard ranching setting she writes many more times. This is one of her stories. This follows the life of a boy from very early youth until he finds his own way and establishes his name. Through hazards, difficulties and dangers, Bob sets out to discover life for himself. With awfully wild terrain and red-Indians around him, he has to find his way. More than the threats...

Excerpt: "Casey Ryan, hunched behind the wheel of a large, dark blue touring car with a kinked front fender and the glass gone from the left headlight, slid out from the halted traffic, shied sharply away from a hysterically clanging street car, crossed the path of a huge red truck coming in from his right, missed it with two inches to spare and was halfway down the block before the traffic officer overtook him. The traffic officer was Irish too,...

Black Rim country is called bad. The men from Black Rim are eyed askance when they burr their spur rowels down the plank sidewalks of whatever little town they may choose to visit. A town dweller will not quarrel with one of them. He will treat him politely, straightway seek some acquaintance whom he wishes to impress, and jerk a thumb toward the departing Black Rim man, and say importantly: 'See that feller I was talking with just now? That's one...