Edwin Booth, who also wrote under the names Don Blunt and Jack Hazard, was born in 1906 in Beatrice, Nebraska. He attended public schools in Nebraska and Iowa before moving to Colorado, where he studied civil engineering at Colorado College. During summer vacations Booth drove a milk truck, worked as a postal clerk, and guided tourists through Colorado's Cave of the Winds. In New Mexico, he worked as a ranch hand. After moving to California, Booth worked in a chain grocery store while studying accounting. He later started his own accounting firm which supported him until he became established as an author of westerns and mystery stories. In the 1960s, Edwin Booth was an officer in Western Writers of America, an organization of writers dedicated to the advancement and promotion of literature about the American West.
Edwin Booth was another respected author of pulp westerns who turned to paperback originals when the pulp market died. This early novel tells the story of a young rancher trying to fill his dead older brothers shoes in the eyes of his crippled father who fears losing the ranch, since he has little respect for his younger son’s ability to manage the ranch and lead a cattle drive. I like that the young man uses smarts instead of guns to dig himself out several perilous situations as a deadly range war brews and then bursts, throwing the cattle drive into turmoil. This book is really good. Too bad that Booth is virtually unknown these days. He's a fine writer.