When word slowly spread that a soft-spoken rider and stuntman from a beloved frontier series had slipped away at 91, those who knew him best did not rush to list his filmography or tally his falls from saddles and saloon balconies. Instead, they clung to the smaller, luminous details: the way he steadied shaking hands before a first take, how he’d circle back after wrap to check on a nervous co-star, and how he never once refused a late-night call for help, even when exha… Continues…
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