Before Dallas polished itself up, Tex’s Ranch was the place where the cowboys, drifters, city boys, and troublemakers all wound up once the sun went down. It had the boots, the belt buckles, the two-stepping, and just enough hayseed fantasy to make a Saturday night feel like something you shouldn’t tell your mama about. Part honky-tonk, part cruising ground, it was where Texas masculinity got a little looser, a little sweatier, and a whole lot more interesting.
