Man, oh man, oh man. This book took me months. Mainly due to my lack of time and by the time I picked it up each night I would get through about 1-2 pages before being sleepy. But wow, this book, ALL of her books. I am currently in love with Mary Austin. I love her raw, honest, not-frilly language in describing nature. She somehow sheds light on its beauty by using all the right words without TRYING (or so it seems). Her descriptive talents are amazing, each of her books seems like a time-machine back to the early 1900s when the land was still open and pasture for these sheep. I adore this book. I love that it can be a bit slower, because I wanted to savor it all. Every shepherd, all of their fashions, their old -time ways, and best of all, toward the end- the ones with the WILD in their souls. Who go so far and deep out into the great open land and spend so much time with those sheep that they become indifferent, new, distant to regular society. And yet still Austin was able to get their tales of bears, of coyotes, of great storms, and other incidents of the meadows and mountains that only a shepherd would know.
I love her. I loved this book.