An ink-spotted pony caught my eye somewhere west of Langtry. His lips were puffing up little swirls of dust as he searched the barren ground for food. We picked grass and fed him through the fence.

We didn’t get the full impression of “Law West of the Pecos” at Judge Roy Bean’s saloon until we actually crossed the Pecos River Gorge! This was an isolated area of Texas, just a stone’s throw away from Mexico. A desolate place of great geological charm.