B. M. Bower

This is a solid, basic cowboy story from B. M. Bower, an early work of hers on the standard ranching setting she writes many more times. This is one of her stories. This follows the life of a boy from very early youth until he finds his own way and establishes his name. Through hazards, difficulties and dangers, Bob sets out to discover life for himself. With awfully wild terrain and red-Indians around him, he has to find his way. More than the threats...

"Mary V flipped the rough paper over with so little tenderness that a corner tore in her fingers, but the next page was blank. She made a sound suspiciously like a snort, and threw the tablet down on the littered table of the bunk house. After all, what did she care where they floated-Venus and Johnny Jewel? Riding the sky with Venus when he knew very well that his place was out in the big corral, riding some of those broom-tail bronks that he was...

Quirt Creek flowed sluggishly between willows which sagged none too gracefully across its deeper pools, or languished beside the rocky stretches that were bone dry from July to October, with a narrow channel in the center where what water there was hurried along to the pools below. For a mile or more, where the land lay fairly level in a platter-like valley set in the lower hills, the mud that rimmed the pools was scored deep with the tracks of the...

Old Applehead Furrman, jogging home across the mesa from Albuquerque, sniffed the soft breeze that came from opal-tinted distances and felt poignantly that spring was indeed here. The grass, thick and green in the sheltered places, was fast painting all the higher ridges and foot-hill slopes, and with the green grass came the lank-bodied, big-kneed calves; which meant that roundup time was at hand. Applehead did not own more than a thousand head of...

From Denver to Spokane, from El Paso to Fort Benton, men talk of Casey Ryan and smile when they speak his name. Old men with the flat tone of coming senility in their voices will suck at their pipes and cackle reminiscently, while they tell you of Casey's tumultuous youth, when he drove the six fastest horses in Colorado on the stage out from Cripple Creek, and whooped past would-be holdups with a grin of derision on his face and bullets whining after...

When Eastern society girl Beatrice "Trix" Lansell arrives in Montana for a visit with her brother, she is swept off her feet by the majestic, rugged beauty of the land, by the simplicity and satisfaction of ranch life, and by a handsome cowboy named Keith Cameron. But Keith seems to be immune to Trix's charms, and as a woman used to having young men eating out of the palm of her hand, Trix is a bit put out. As a beautiful prairie summer stretches...

This book takes you back to Montana's Flying U Ranch with its wonderful group of cowboys. Andy Green, Pink, the Native Son, Irish, Weary, and Happy Jack were all here, along with Chip and his wife the Little Doctor and their son The Kid (real name Claude, and he is six years old and big for his age). The gang has to deal with changing times, progress, and civilization, all of which threaten the very existence of the Flying U. Homesteaders! Farmers!...

This was B. M. Bower's 15th novel, and like her The Phantom Herd a year later, it draws on her knowledge of the movie business. Sixteen-year-old Jean Douglas, the title character, is a no-nonsense daughter of a Montana rancher, Aleck Douglas, who in the opening chapters is wrongly found guilty of murder and sent to prison. With the help of a ranch hand, Lite Avery, she spends the rest of the novel finding the real killer. (Goodreads)

"The Flying U Strikes" is a 1933 novel by B. M. Bower. Another installment in the Flying U series brings with it more trouble for the gang! After a suspected cattle-rustling incident turns into attempted murder, Chip soon realises that his old nemesis, Big Butch Lewis, has bigger and more sinister plans. An action-packed adventure romp in the American Old West, "The Flying U Strikes" is not to be missed by those with a love of Western fiction and...

Woman Hero! Around 1900 Bower started to write about the wild west - and she was one of a few women writers that 'wrote like a man' and fooled most of her readers at the time. But she knew what she was writing about, and grew up in the west, listened to all the tales, and wrote with a passion about the life, the men, the women, and the harsh conditions of the time. Not afraid to write about the violent times she is one of the best western writers...