Five Stars.

In this, the final volume in the trilogy, the brothers Williard set off on yet another epic adventure. Having survived the perils of Vietnam, outwitted a Mafia hit squad, and thwarted a murderous tribe of pygmies seeking to offer them up as human sacrifices to a dinosaur in a remote lake in the Congo, the lads yearn for the sort of excitement not to be found in the humdrum, work-a-day life.

By one of those strange twists of fate that sometimes change the history of the world, they come into possession of a set of bones reputed to have been discovered in the Brooks Range in Alaska. These bones cannot be identified by anthropologists as being of any known human or animal origin. Now, since that wild and largely unexplored region has been the site of many reported sightings of the elusive Big Foot, ...is it possible ...could it be....? The Williards determine to see for themselves.

Naturally, the expedition includes their busty paramours. So overwhelming is the machismo of these Texas boys that scarcely a female on the planet can resist the urge to unbutton her blouse when in their company. Oh, and speaking of "busty", one of the girls whose name I decline to divulge here, can actually pack a fully loaded .45 automatic in her bra. That, I'd like to see!.

Their earlier adventures in the Congo were, compared to what awaits them in the wilds of Alaska, child's play. There they had only the Mafia and the pygmies to contend with. The Mafia is still after them, because the Godfather's only daughter, the light of his life, is a member of the expedition, and he fears for her virtue. But now the CIA and the KGB for some obscure reason of national security are vitally interested in those bones, and ready to do whatever is necessary to secure them. Including terminating the Williards and their party with extreme prejudice.

In creating this tale Darrell Bain has given free rein to a fertile imagination. Some of the brothers' exploits may seem to stretch the bounds of credibility but, hey, so did those of James Bond. Ian Fleming never offered any apology for Bond, and neither need Bain do so for the Williards. He writes with a light, deft touch which proclaims: you don't have to believe it to enjoy it.

Readers of the first two volumes of the trilogy will like this one, too. But it isn't necessary to have read the others to appreciate Big Foot Crazy, it's a great read by itself. Darrell Bain has become a master of action and suspense fiction, and his fans eagerly anticipate more of the same.