Well-worn western shirt, faded levis, boots worn in sunshine and rain; the hat… cowboy…rolled at the edges…complete with darkened sweat band, all worn by a man made of rawhide, rope, and grit; caught in a picture in my mind of Whitie Hilmoe.
Whitie was a quintessential cowboy, a professional bronc buster on the rodeo circuit in days gone by; a smallish well-built man with eyes a faded blue…