One person will see her husband. Some will see their dad or their uncle or their grandpa. But I see a cowboy, a neighbor, and a prophetic eye. In conversation, he asks questions and works hard to commit answers to memory and to keep those memories—so many of them now—properly sorted. When I asked him if I could take his portrait, he politely laughed me off. But he warmed up to the idea after a few more conversations,—and I’m glad he did. Thank you, sir.