When the most romantic of cow outfits, the British-owned Matador,
shipped out from Texas with 3,000 head of cattle bound for Dakota
and the Cheyenne Indian Reservation, an observant young bronc
twister named Ike Blasingame rode with them. Dakota Cowboy—which
the New York Times calls “warm, human, flavorful”—is the story of
Ike’s eight years (1904-1912) on the last of the great open ranges.
Its pages “take the reader across the treacherous Missouri as the
spring-softened ice goes out under the horses’ feet, into the still
wild cow towns, through the roundups, the prairie fires, and to the
gatherings of the Frenchmen, breeds and Indians, and their gay
spirited daughters” (Mari Sandoz). Perceptive and
circumstantial—“the author paints a big picture without omitting
details” (New York Herald Tribune)—Dakota Cowboy is a mine of
information about western life.