He had just returned from the War….one of those Green Beret rangers.
A trained killer, people would say later.
Before the War, he had hunted down and broken wild horses in these mountains.
Some said the reason he was so good at these things, and the reason he lived alone in this forest, was that he had some Indian blood in him.
Others said that he simply didn’t like people.
All I knew, was his name………..
BILLY JACK.
(my brother- the same one who coined the term 'PorPor' - did this portrait; oil on plywood)
