With eloquent and exact language, Stacy Coyle captures the complexities of a landscape both powerful and forgiving. Here she casts her poet's eye on inhabitants of the American West: moose, horses, elk, coyotes, and humans, on a spring tooth harrow and an Aermotor windmill, on seldom heard from places like Ramona, Kansas, and Albin, Wyoming, on things as hard to see as an American marten and Montana's smallest fish. She writes of the ever-changing weather: the ice cycle, a break in the storm, and cloud seeding. She takes metaphoric pathways to explore the poor farm, the Antlers Bar, dry ponds, cedar ridges, and Mike's Game and Taxidermy. You'll find this an unsentimental and honest look at the West, articulated with a care and wisdom not often found.