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The Sundown Corral

In 1980, in north Phoenix, there rested a clapboard, windswept old cowboy bar. Inside you could find just about everything. Laughter and tears, and joy and sorrow, and liars and saints and love and despair. You could find avarice and honesty and beauty and breath-taking foolishness. Or as the Old Man once said, “it was anyplace a man would want to be”. But, if you were young and unbelievably lucky you might re-discover your father, discover yourself, and may be  introduced to the most beautiful woman in the world.

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