In nearby Marfa, Talarico’s campaign had arranged a rally at the Thunderbird Hotel. Tightly orchestrated, mostly on time. The candidate’s stump was polished, relatively brief, and didn’t vary much from town to town. He spoke about his love for his great-grandfather, whom he calls Poppy, who returned from fighting fascism in WW II to model the honor of service and the teachings of Jesus Christ. There were hundreds of people present, in a town of about 2,000, and the photo line curled around three sides of the large room. I decided to talk to the two most visually dissimilar men in the audience. The first was Jerry Mitchell, a retired homebuilder, who came from Alpine. Big cowboy hat, white ranch shirt, clean boot-cut blue jeans, black boots, wiry build. A man who’s seen some sun. Had he voted for Democrats often? “Lately,” he said, in a low voice, “you gotta vote for the woman.” (He seemed to be referring to Kamala Harris or Hillary Clinton, not Talarico.) Decent Republicans, he said, “and there’s a lot …