It was 1927, when Roscoe Wilkes, age nine, along with his parents and sister coasted into Pioche, NV. They were on their way to Oregon when ther car started knocking on the high road just south of town and now they were stuck.
Persevering through the hardships of the depression and the loss of his father at age 12, Roscoe became the head of the household. His determination to get and education as a path to a better life, led him to a job underground at the #1 mine, then to teachers college in So. Dakota; to a commission in the Army Air Corp - (POW and Purple Heart); and to law school at USC.
Ultimately, the call from the "not so wild west" prevailed, and he found himself back in Pioche with his new bride, practicing law. The "high desert" in his blood, and he has shared his love for this unique "promised land" with us through these tales.
The stories of Roscoe's childhood ring very true. So does his account of World War II. I like the way he showed the German pilot has a real human being rather than some evil Nazi caricature.
:-). I enjoyed the book. Working in the mine, sledding down main street, talk of the people, helps to think about what is was like to live in Pioche before and after WorldWII.