A country singer named Mac Sledge – and if that isn’t a name of a country singer, I don’t know what is – a drunk and out of money and luck, shows up at a small motel and gas station in the plains of Texas. All is grassland and sun and sky, as far as the eye can see. There’s only a young woman and her ten-year-old son who live at the place. She’s a wi…
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