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Let’s get past the rippling muscles, the slouch of the Stetson, the jingle of spurs and exactly what those chaps seem to be highlighting.  Let’s forget about The Virginian’s mysterious smile, the twinkle in Rowdy Yates’ eyes, or the dimple in Paladin’s chin.  I’m talking about the man within here, whatever the heck he looked like, the man you really fell in love with.  After all, if these guys had been wimps, two-timing city sidewinders or snakes-in-the-grass, would you have fallen for them? Continue reading →