There are a good many Davy Crocketts around these days, great and small. But though the memory and the glory of Davy have been sweeping the Nation for almost two years now, we’re quite sure that only Theodore Pratt—whose fine novels have made him a writer of considerable fame and stature—would have dared to revisit the Alamo in a fantasy wholly magical, and to place Davy once again—coonskin cap and all—at the hub of a young lad’s shining imagination.

Davy Crockett had a real problem to solve. How to set things right when youth’s bright vision proclaimed that nothing was wrong.