Book excerpt: When Mrs. Bunton was a young bride, she took great pleasure in going to her husband's ranch, after their honeymoon to Northern and Eastern points was over, and in reveling in the adventures of ranch life. The prairie dogs objected vociferously to the swish of her silk petticoats, but not any more vehemently than did the more old-fashioned cattlemen and their wives to the first ladies' riding breeches which they had seen--and which Mrs. Bunton wore courageously and delightedly. when news came to the Bunton's Nolan County ranch, near Sweetwater, Texas, that the herds of cattle which Mr. Bunton was sending up to norther and western markets were ready for the trail, but that the general herd boss was stricken with sore eyes, Mr. Bunton could find no one to take the lead--except himself. Mrs. Bunton was determined to go too, and go she did, although the warnings and protests were great. Along the trip, made vivid by many adventures, she won the admiration and approval of cowboys, and upon their arrival at Coolidge, Kansas, the cattlemen proclaimed the young bride "Queen of the Old Chisholm Trail."--Jacket flap