Black Bess can whip King Kong with a willow switch. She can chew up railroad ties and spit out nails. But she can’t figure out how to turn the scrawny, funny-looking, strawberry roan colt she’s stuck with into a proper stock-wrangling, plow-pulling, cow-punching Rover’s horse. And that’s making it mighty tough for a gal to earn an honest living, even a gal like Black Bess.Whoever heard of a horse with a horn growing out of his forehead, anyway? Why do strange things keep happening when Buddy’s around? And why in tarnation would anyone try to destroy half the danged world and kill the legendary Black Bess to get him?