When I met Jack Hardy, he wore a purple pirate hat, held a half-drunk bottle of whiskey, sang cowboy ballads and romantic epics in a coyote tenor, the wink of a young devil in old eyes watching the hummingbirds as the Texas sun sank into the fields. Truth be told, I hardly knew him. Funny […]

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