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Far Away

    Hey, everyone. Tonight I watched a good movie and I thought I'd tell you about it. The title was All the Pretty Horses, from the book by Cormac McCarthy. I'd rate it as 4.5 stars out of 5. Here's the recipe.
    John Grady Cole (Matt Damon) is a Texan, in 1948. His family ranch has been lost, so he and his pard, Lacy Rawlins, (Played by Henry Thomas) decide to go to Mexico. They are young and bold and they find more adventure than they were seeking.
     A younger boy tags along with them. He gets his horse stolen and steals it back. This does not endear them to the Mexican authorities, as you can imagine. The three split up and Cole and Lacy get a job breaking horses on a huge ranch.
     The rancher's daughter, Alejandra, (Played by Penelope Cruz) falls in love with Cole, and he falls in love with her. Unfortunately, the girl's Aunt doesn't approve of the relationship. She turns John Grady Cole and Lacy Rawlins over to the authorities and they go to prison.
     In prison, the lads must fight to survive and it isn't long until both of them have been on the wrong end of a knife. Alejandra intercedes with her Aunt and her Father to try to save Cole. To do so, she must promise to never see the boy again. Will she make the pledge? Will she keep her word? Will both boys live to see the Rio Grande again?
     This movie was a study in friendship, young love, the coming of age and many other things. It suited me right down to the ground and I think you might like it.
    Lord willing, I'll talk to y'all again this weekend.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
   P.S. The title for this post, Far Away, I took from the terrific song by Marty Stuart, which played during the closing credits. I'm going to I-Tunes to buy it as we speak.
   
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