From the Publisher
I Am Home Again, a Child of the South Dakota Frontier. No more would I ride swift as the wind astride Duke to find a missing cow and her newborn prairie baby; no more would we plod home in the comforting glow of the sunset to bring in the cows for milking; there would be no more trips up the coulies and draws to gather wild plums and chokecherries for jelly and jam for winter; no more would I see the prairie chickens and sage hens, the coyotes and prairie dogs, the jackrabbits and horned toads that peopled the buffalo grass and sage brush of our land. Would I ever hear the songs of the meadowlark and red-winged blackbird again? I would be losing all these for a lesser world; we would be living in a town again.