The title sounds offensive, but it depicts Pa driving the wagon, with all their worldy goods, down to the Missouri River to board the ferry. By then the horses could smell the water and were hell bent for leather , it was a ride that Frosty never forgot. Frosty was a unique story teller, he will make you both laugh and cry as he tells of ranch life on the old Diamond N Ranch at the turn of the century. He tells of: the railroad coming to the prairie, winter blizzards, dust bowl days, rustlin' cattle, bustin' broncs, and the fun times too. Good book for the whole family, even Granny would approve.
Here are some of Frosty's phrases:
With brakes a-smokin' he slowed the team some, but we knew we were in for a bad spill.
When that critter pitched him to the ground, he looked as dead as a can of corned beef.
The old pianer let out a G-flat beller and squeezed us kids up against the side of the wagon.
Out houses were built to fit the size of the family - one, two or three holers and elevated to the size of the folks that were goin' to set thereon.
One old critter named Skid took great delight in gettin' herself stuck in the alkali runs. There she'd be, ass-deep, with fire in her eyes waitin' for us to pull her out.
I reckon maybe he could track bees in a blizzard.
Them little prairie chickens have feathers on their legs makin' them look like bow-legged punchers with their chaps on.
