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In the predawn darkness of March 24, 1990, three Chevrolet Suburbans filled with journalists bounced along the rough roads of Clayton Williams’s ranch outside of Alpine, heading to a spring roundup of calves that was supposed to highlight the cowboy image that had helped Williams sweep away his opponents in the recent Republican primary for governor. The fog grew so thick that when one vehicle lagged behind, it was lost in the mist for hours. The rest of us arrived at a large fire pit where ranch hands were grilling steaks and eggs beside a large pot of beans, with a blue tin coffee pot dangling on a hook over the fire. But there was no Clayton—or Claytie, as the candidate was known.As the fog…
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In the predawn darkness of March 24, 1990, three Chevrolet Suburbans filled with journalists bounced along the rough roads of Clayton Williams’s ranch outside of Alpine, heading to a spring roundup of calves that was supposed to highlight the cowboy image that had helped Williams sweep away his opponents in the recent Republican primary for governor. The fog grew so thick that when one vehicle lagged behind, it was lost in the mist for hours. The rest of us arrived at a large fire pit where ranch hands were grilling steaks and eggs beside a large pot of beans, with a blue tin coffee pot dangling on a hook over the fire. But there was no Clayton—or Claytie, as the candidate was known.As the fog…The post Have Politicians Learned Anything Since Clayton Williams’s Campfire Rape ‘Joke’? appeared first on Texas Monthly.
