The sense of place and flora and fauna that White describes are always enjoyable. It is, however, always frustrating to have to suffer through the dismissive way in which Doc Ford and his stoner sidekick Tomlinson relate to one another, each invariably ignoring the other's illuminating insights. As a reader, I have learned not to do that, so it is hard to understand how they can't have learned the same thing about each other over the many years. The flyleaf explains that they both have "buried secrets" that preclude asking the authorities for help when they are almost killed, but that does not explain why they don't each take minimal precautions. I did like the dog, and the reference to Phillip Wylie's Crunch and Des.