If you want a reason to be angry, this book will give you one. It chronicles the saga of the most fought over skeleton of T Rex ever found. In the hills of South Dakota, a small private institute spent resources and time of its founders and owners searching for fossils. Their primary aim was education, speaking, giving tours, hoping one day to establish a really nice museum in the town, and selling the fossils to museums all over the world. The institute didn't pay much to the founders and employees, but they worked from love of learning. Then they helped uncover the most complete skeleton of a T rex found to that date, and all awfulness broke loose. Once the find was publicized, the government (read FBI) swooped in and confiscated everything they had, including all their records, because there was a chance that some had been found on federal land and they just knew that the people in the institute were dastardly fossil stealers out to make a fortune from stolen fossils. They, aided and abetted by the academic community who had profited by this institute's finds, but were jealous that anyone outside of that little elite DARED to know more than they did and wouldn't acknowledge their obvious superiority, and by others (Native American tribe and landowner) who hoped to steal the skeleton and claimed ownership, hounded the man who uncovered the skeleton--right into prison, though he really didn't deserve that treatment. Who finally profited? By millions! The man who owned the land on which the skeleton had been found, even though he had consciously sold the skeleton and all rights to it to the man who had uncovered it. Really nasty story!