An adventure novel from Betsy Byars? That's not what she's known for, but Trouble River is one long race to escape danger and reach sanctuary following a night of terror for our main characters. Twelve-year-old Dewey Martin is confident he and his grandmother are safe in their cabin on the isolated prairie. His pa has taken his ma to Hunter City for her to give birth to Dewey's baby brother or sister, but they wouldn't have left Dewey were it not safe. The boy spends his early evening hours down by Trouble River, putting the finishing touches on the raft he's built, the Rosey B. It's small, not designed to carry more than one or two passengers, but Dewey is proud of what he's made. That night, back at the cabin, he's cheerful about his progress on the raft, but Grandma is on edge. Indians occasionally roam this region of the prairie, and she has a feeling something bad might happen tonight. Dewey soon learns to trust the old woman's instincts.
Intending to slip down to Trouble River and work on the Rosey B after Grandma retires to bed, Dewey and his dog, Charlie, don't make it that far. He spots a lone Indian soundlessly approaching the cabin, where Grandma is sleeping all by herself. Indians on these prairies don't tend to treat white settlers charitably. Dewey and Charlie attack before the Indian can enter the cabin, and the man darts away quick as a deer. Crisis is temporarily averted, but a red glow on the horizon alarms Dewey. It looks like fire, and several other settlers have cabins nearby. Did the Indian plan to set the Martins' cabin aflame? Dewey wishes he could wait for his parents, but they might not return for a week, and the Indian is likely gathering reinforcements for a second invasion at this very moment. Grandma resents being herded outside by her grandson, but he brings her rocking chair along and positions it on the Rosey B so she has a place to sit during the long trip down Trouble River toward the closest settlement. It will be a rougher ride than Dewey expects.
With Grandma even more ornery than usual, Dewey poles the raft downstream using an old oar, but Trouble River is so shallow in most places that the Rosey B is always in jeopardy of becoming stuck. Dewey has to remain constantly alert or their means of transport will be sidelined indefinitely. He must maintain a swift pace, because out there in the moonlit darkness at least one Indian is stalking them, and Dewey and Grandma will be finished if they fall into his hands. Wolves inhabit the wilds, too, but at least Dewey brought Pa's rifle. Indians, animal predators, difficulties with the raft, and treacherous rapids are a few of the problems Dewey has to navigate if he and Grandma are to survive to join Ma and Pa in Hunter City. He's only a boy, but can he prove he has the gumption for life on the lonesome American prairie?
Dewey and Grandma are both realistic characters. Dewey is resourceful, but mainly built the Rosey B for recreational excursions on Trouble River; he had no wish to be responsible for Grandma's life. Grandma has a tart tongue and her default is to criticize and complain, but she loves Dewey and notices all his heroics even if she seems not to. She's wise, understanding human nature in times of extreme emergency. "There is something inside a person—I don't know how to give it a name exactly—but when something bad happens to you, like your Uncle Ben breaking both his legs...well, a person thinks, This here's the end. I've thought it. I thought it when I had to come live out here on the prairie...I reckon you'll think it more than once in your life. Only then a little time passes, a week or maybe it takes a year, and this something inside a person—whatever you'd call it—makes you come alive again." Tragedy makes us want to crawl inside ourselves and never come out, to wave the white flag to a world that was too tough an opponent to overcome, but the human spirit isn't as easily vanquished as we feel in our moment of defeat. We rebuild our houses, recalibrate our goals, mourn our dead, and eventually get back about the business of living, even knowing another disaster may hit us someday. What good was surviving if we act like we died? Trouble River isn't as excellent as some of Betsy Byars's contemporary fiction, but it's a solid adventure novel. I rate it two and a half stars, and wasn't far from rounding to three. Engaging with Ms. Byars's writing is a unique pleasure.