“I’m Still a Virgin,” She Cried—Rich Cowboy Teased, “Not for Long, Sweetheart”—Chose Her Forever

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The dust in Texas had a soul. It wasn't the soft, forgiving dust of a country lane. It was a fine red grit that settled in the lines of a man's face and the folds of a woman's dress, a constant reminder that the land was king. In the late 1870s, the town of Dustwood was little more than a heartbeat in the vast, unforgiving chest of that land. It sa... Read More