He may be a Tejas icon, but we ain’t messin’ around with no daggum mycobacterium leprae, no siree. Sidle up to the bar all ya want. Just bring yer own drinkin’ vessel, and wipe your seat when you leave, amigo.
After wearing our Grandpa’s formal western shirts enough times, we decided it was time to make one of our own. Featurin’ all the fancy stuff- shaped yokes, smile pockets, detailed embroidery, pearl snaps, barrel cuffs, and the like.