The Texas wind was unkind that morning, sharp against the prairie grass. Willie Nelson, dressed in a black coat heavy with years, walked slowly toward the gravestone etched with the name Kris Kristofferson. The man who had been his brother-in-arms, his drinking partner, his bandmate, and his kindred poet was gone.

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