As a "human being", as the Cheyenne called their own, he won the name Little Big Man. He dressed in skins, feasted on dog, loved four wives and saw his people butchered by the horse soldiers of General Custer, the man he had sworn to kill.As a white man, Crabb hunted buffalo, tangled with Wyatt Earp, cheated Wild Bill Hickok and survived the Battle of Little Bighorn. Part-farcical, part-historical, the picaresque adventures of this witty, wily mythomaniac claimed the Wild West as the stuff of serious literature.

    Five against two hundred, They rode the trail to a showdown with death...

    A herd of dangerous cattle...a band of desperate men...and a thousand miles of frontier hell to crossWho was the real boss of the big cattle drive?Was it Colonel Kittredge - the gun-toting, Bible-quoting ex-Rebel officer who could size up a cow or a man with one look and then drive both to the limits of their endurance?Was it Blackie Blackburn - the slow-witted segundo who could break horse shoes with his bare hands and would happily do the same to any man careless enough to cross him?Was it Billy Scott - the resentful drag man who rode behind the herd, eating dust and dreaming of the day he could openly take command of the Lawson spread?Or was it Blinders, Yeller Belly, Old Lonesome...some of the 3,000 spooky steers and untamed longhorns, crazed with fear and thirst, and always ready to stampede their way to freedom?