Not everyone could make a funny story out of diving off a thirty-foot windmill into a holding tank with (because of a certain inattention to detail) three feet of water in it. Or out of a day that started with being stung by three scorpions roughly the size of draft animals and went downhill from there. Or out of managing to get your three-year-old grandson bucked off a bull, higher than you'd ever seen a kid fly. Brummett has. Through the wit and the one-liners, Brummett portrays an American West in which the old way awkwardly accommodates the new, in which the day's drudgery is seasoned...