Tag: Texas

Handsome Texas cattle auctioneer in his mid fifties with silver hair, a trimmed silver mustache and gray eyes wearing a white cowboy hat and a pressed shirt in front of the historic Fort Worth Stockyards at golden hour

I’ve Called Cattle Auctions in Fort Worth for 30 Years. Last Spring I Caught a Bidder Cheating, and When I Saw Who It Was, I Wished I’d Never Looked Up

An auctioneer sees everything from the block. Every nod, every finger, every ear tug that means a bid. Last spring at the Fort Worth Stockyards, I saw a man bidding against his own cattle to run up the price on an old widow who didn’t know any better. He was my sister’s husband.

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Handsome Latino radio host in his mid forties with dark hair, a short dark beard with gray in it and brown eyes standing outside a small desert radio station under a tall antenna at golden hour in West Texas

Every Night at 2 a.m., the Same Caller Asked My Radio Station to Play the Same Song for “Rosa.” He Never Gave His Name. After 300 Nights, I Found Out Who Rosa Was

I host the overnight show on a tiny radio station in the West Texas desert. Truckers, insomniacs and ranch hands are my whole audience. For three hundred nights, an old man called at exactly 2 a.m. and asked me to play the same 1974 song “for Rosa.” Then one night, he didn’t call.

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Handsome horse trainer in his early fifties with short silver hair, a trimmed silver beard and steel blue eyes standing in a sunlit barn aisle in Weatherford Texas with a sorrel quarter horse at golden hour

At 51, I Had a Stroke in My Own Barn and Woke Up Unable to Lift My Left Arm. My Doctor Said I’d Never Ride Again. Nine Months Later, I Entered the Biggest Ranch Horse Show in Texas

I’ve trained cutting horses and ranch horses in Weatherford, Texas, for thirty years. One morning in January, I was saddling a colt when the left side of my body stopped listening. A stroke. My insurance company limited my physical therapy to twenty sessions. My doctor said riding was out of the question. My horse didn’t agree.

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