Deep in the heart of Tejas, two skeletons come to life under the full moon. Known as "Los Viejones," these spirited ancestors adorned in traditional attire, dance the night away, their bones rattling a rhythmic tune that echoes through the plains.
“Never was a horse that couldn't be rode, never was a man that couldn't be throwed.” A wise ol’ cowboy told us this one day. Said once he understood it, it changed his whole life. So we took it to heart!