If you like Zane Grey western's, you'll not be disappointed with this book. It's a story of a woman who is searching for some meaning in her life, as the sun sets on the classic cowboy life. Oh, it's a horse riding, cattle herding, fist fighting, desert pounding gun fighting western alright, but the 20th century is creeping in...
A city girl goes to the country and gets culture shock, which is exactly what she was looking for. The rich and popular Madeline had everything a girl could want on the surface: money, prestige, a gaggle of friends and a string of gentlemen pursuers that would put her on a pedestal. But for the girl who had everything, she still wasn't satisfied. What do you want may be the most difficult question you'll ever ask yourself, especially if that answer is in the abstract, and Madeline saw nothing in New York that even smacked of definition.
After arriving in Hell Hole USA, Madeline is accosted by a filthy, drunken cowboy, Mean Gene Stewart. She was revolted, she was frightened, she was appalled, but at the same time, it was a universe away from the phony sociophiles in New York, and that is the spark Madeline was looking for, although she didn't realize it at the time.
Zane Grey is an artist of words, and throughout the book he paints a picture of the west that in and of itself makes the book worth reading. But there is a story behind the hyper descriptive chronicling of every piece of dirt and cactii that came within Madeline's purview. There were more filthy, crude cowboys in her future, and when she got to where she was going she found that Gene was one of them. Of course. But then, when you're in the middle of nowhere (and that's where they were), it's not unusual to run into the same people.
Very quickly Madeline begins to adapt to the environment. She buys a ranch, spruces it up, and in seemingly no time turns the area in some kind of paradise. The 'hoss loves her, the cowboys love her, and not one of those sex-starved mongrels laid a finger on her; it was all just great. Well, not all great, or that would be the end of the story. There was a revolution in Mexico at the time, and they were 10 miles from the border. Trouble abounded. If she thought the cowboys were revolting, she never got a load of the cretins that made their way back and forth across the border. Apparently, they needed a wall even back then, but had there been one, the story wouldn't have been nearly as entertaining.
As for Mean Gene, he appeared to be the ultimate screw up, and would have self destructed nicely on his own if not for Madeline. Still, even with her influence, he was an ongoing project. Rome was not built in a day, and Gene was not reformed with a few kind words.
The story may have been bit predictable, if not a little politically incorrect. Athough Madeline controlled her spread, she slowly but surely started to enjoy the rough manhandlers that surrounded her. She started to like the bad boy antics of the cowboys, and even accepted the bad, bad boys as part of the picture. It was all there, the brooding anti-hero, the classic villain, the kindly old respository of advice, the friend she could confide in, and even a hooker to make her jealous. I said earlier that the cowboys were sex-starved. Maybe not, but after a lifetime of Bonita's at two bits a night, Madeline was something else...
Madeline fell for the western stars, and something else as well. I can understand one, but was mystified by the other. But, there's no accounting for taste, so I just enjoyed the story and the graphic descriptions, along with all the action-which there was plenty of, and took the story in its totality. Sure, you could pick apart the plot, but the story is relatively plausible, and Grey has a pleasing style. Three stars...