First edition, inscribed by author

From back cover "The author lived and knew the life of which he writes. He was raided and grew up in the Depression years of the thirties; often living with and among the Indians and mixed blood people of the Dakotas and Montana. On his parents small ranch in western North Dakota with his two brothers, he learned to ride from the time he was big enough to be bososted on a horse and stay on it. This being a means of transportation to distant one-room country schools and later the more distant consolidated school at White Earth, North Dakota, where he finished his grade school education often missing part of the school term by entering after fall threshing or because of working at fall and spring round-ups, or any kind of work in rough times. Still, practically a boy in the early thirties, he rode the vast ranges of the Fort Berthold Reservation, working stock with (for those times) wealthy Hidatsa and Mandan Indians and well to do white ranchers who leased Indian land. Corraling range broncos and breaking them, working cattle from a horse was all in the days work. He took part in Indian rodeos, fairs, and dances, where he later met and married a Mandan girl of his choice. Though they were together only aa few short years, he can be proud to say they have three fine, upstanding daughters and a son. In later years the author worked in gold mines in the Little Rocky Mountains of Montana , in the silver mines of Nyhart, Montana South Dakota and Colorado. He settled in the splendid, scenic Rocky Mountains, where he met and married a childhood sweetheart whom he had not seen in half a century. The author''s books of Western verse, since they were published in 1972 and 1975, have found their way to every state in the Union, many parts of Canada, and several European countries. The books portray the Indian mixed bloods and whites as they were in the transition period of the West, and as in the earlier years in this book STRIKES TWICE. His works are often compared to those of Robert Service. Sincerely, Don McGrady."