Urban refugees fleeing high-tech Dallas have created ersatz rural communities in the nearby countryside. This isolated, pastoral life sometimes erupts into adultery and murder.
Candy Montgomery thought her affair with Allan Gore was over, until she found herself fighting for her life against Allan’s wife.
And they most definitely conquered. The inside story of how a ragtag bunch of hippies made the wildest Texas movie ever (and spilled no more fake blood than was absolutely necessary).
Beyond Greed is the tale of the Hunts’ journey from silver spoon to silver lust. In Sing Me Back Home Merle Haggard takes a quick look at his life (too quick). Billy Clayton has Gavels, Grit & Glory--or so says his biographer.
Celebrity is Thomas Thompson’s flawed venture into fiction; The Last Texas Hero deserves a twenty-yard penalty; Peeper is to be read only to find out who the real Tom is.
In With No Fear of Failure you’ll learn how you, too, can turn rags into riches. Daddy’s Girl knows Southern discomfort. Petroleum Politics and the Texas Railroad Commission is the history of our own little OPEC.
Vesta Cawley turned to the city bureaucracy for help with a problem that didn’t matter to any of the other 900,000 residents of Dallas. But it should have mattered more to city hall.
All this twenty-year-old University of Houston student wants to do is jump father and run faster than anyone else ever has.
From its headquarters in the wilds of Dallas to remote jungle outposts all over the world, Wycliffe Bible Translators is defying bitter opposition and dedicating itself to speeding up the Second Coming.
Onstage, all happy lounge acts are alike; offstage, all unhappy lounge acts are unhappy in their own ways.
Ranger was the most romantic field in the early oil boom. Now a major company is risking its future to prove that romance still lives.
Cable TV has Dallas in its coils; acupuncture has its day in court; sex education has parents up in arms.
An informant offered to lead a journalist to Europe’s largest cache of stolen art. Soon they were trapped in a web of lies, suspicion, treachery, and impending death.
Those luck Arabs, with all that oil! The only problem, as a Saudi finance minister points out, is that oil is all they have.
A critic’s practiced eye scans the oil giants’ yearly self-portraits.
Reading Big Oil’s annual reports for the truth about profits is a little like drilling for oil in the Baltimore Canyon: you know it’s there, but how deep will you have to go to find it?
A lot of farmers and gardeners think Congressman Kika de la Garza is a pest.
The intrigue behind the building of Houston’s Texas Commerce Tower was almost as monumental as the 75-story structure itself.
When the cable TV salesman comes calling, you should fully expect your city council to sell you down the river. Not that they mean to do it. It’s simply that history shows most city councils don’t know the first thing about cable. People who can barely figure out the briefs
In Texas the best way to get rich in cable television is to know just a little about TV and everything about politics.
The art of romantic osculation barely survived the jaded seventies. Now it’s time to rediscover the private delights and civic benefits of real kissing.
Whose blonde, curly scalp are the farmers after how do the rich and powerful run? Why, pray tell, does Houston need parks?
A down-home journalist; the privileged pew; gas for a price.
Who turned off the melting pot? Vietnamese and Texans fight on the coast.
South Padre defiled—and you were there; the joy of six hundred maniacal flute players; Dallas’ love-hate affair with Fair Park.
B-a-a-d government meddling irks Texas goat and sheep raisers; something’s rotten in Rotterdam, and it’s driving up oil prices; and the world’s best gymnasts are coming to Cowtown.
Valley politicos block minority TV; Dairy Queens reign in small-town Texas; woman diver yearns for Acapulco cliffs; Houston takes its lumps.
Were the words of Russian exile Georgi Vins heard over the din of the Southern Baptist Convention?
Suffering the lines at the gas pump; gambling in the magazine business; a dragnet for the Southwest’s sneakiest thief; what’s Dallas’ secret?
Who is the mayor of Cowtown? Who is that man in the ski mask? Who wants Caddo Lake’s water?
Playing chicken on the Houston Ship Channel; jousting with 700-year-old knights; will John Hill run for governor again?
Sherman’s First United Pentecostal Church believes persecution is good for the soul.
Striking the right chord with the Fort Worth Symphony and the wrong one with Mexico; grounding Wayland Baptist’s Flying Queens.
And Prairie View A&M will ship you out of the ghetto straight into the middle class.
Taking it off at the last of the real burlesque joints; holy war on Austin’s Baptists; why Texas’ election system is stuck in the Dark Ages.
The dark side of doing business in Saudi Arabia; an endangered mountain in El Paso; and big profits with small airplanes.
The dark side of doing business in Saudi Arabia; an endangered mountain in El Paso; and big profits with small airplanes.
Fighting the foolproof crime, playing games you can’t win, building an ice cream empire, and raising hell in Baylor.
Bucking the U.S. Air Force, breeding horses for royalty, and hightailing it out of town before the Corps of Engineers gets you.
Lasers have been heralded as the greatest discovery since the computer, but they may be hazardous to your health.
Welcoming danger with open arms, horse trading over tax relief, picking juries by their faces, and searching after the perfect twirl.
Plainview puts a lid on deviate sex; billions of animals sleep in a freezer; oil spills are coming and we're not ready.
Psychiatrists send men to death row; Texas’ loop coasters give up-side-down joyride; Diablos play baseball with Kleenex and kazoos.
Taking on the Shah of Iran in Beeville; trying to save an eaglet in Waco; juggling sex in Galveston; flipping the switch on nuclear power; and fighting panjic at monstrous DFW Airport.
Life is a riffle. Cancer is a riddle. Are they all the same riddle?
Braniff is hopping the Atlantic to London; Pan Am is just hopping mad.
