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Texas stirred with the promise of the season. The roosters greeted the dawn with an ovation, the newborn calves staggered after their mothers into greening pastures. The clear, swift-flowing Pedernales River sparkled under a benign sun, jack rabbits scampered across the country roads, and the bluebonnets spread their rich, bright cloak over the low hills. By midmorning at the L.B.J. Ranch, the winter-paled body of a weary man was slung in a canvas hammock, as the soothing strains of a Strauss waltz were wafted from a hi-fi speaker in a nearby...
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