During his lifetime, Buffalo Bill Cody was the best-known person on earth. Dime novelists of the time had so embroidered his history that even Buffalo Bill himself couldn't keep it straight. His publicist John Burke thought he had invented Cody, but Buffalo Bill wasn't aware than anyone had invented him. He was simply himself all his life, and this was his main attraction. When the great showman died early in 1917, he continued to live on because his family, colleagues and rivals were certainly not done with him. Buffalo Bill had wished to be buried in Cody, Wyoming, but his wishes didn't count. His estranged widow Louisa thought she owned him. His sisters thought they should. Harry Tammen, the wily publisher of the Denver Post was certain he could snatch old Bill and he finally succeeded in making Cody's grave a top Denver tourist attraction, with the connivance of Louisa. So much for a famous man's wishes. In this warm and cheerful novel, Richard S. Wheeler lets Cody's heirs and friends and enemies duke it out, with an occasional dissent from a memoir left behind by the old showman. Standing above the turmoil is Cody himself, a towering, sweetly naive, earnest man whose scouting for the army was genuinely heroic, and whose Wild West was the most successful road show ever to tour America.