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Only Half Wild—Tall Tales Until They Aren't is Susan Crawford’s account of a friendship that outlasted decades, countries, and every reason it should have faded.

At its center is Crocket: a man of the land and the hunt who meets life with "Oh, hell yeah" and the kind of verve that raises every bar. What his eye fixes on, his mind has already vetted and weighed. He reads a room the way he reads his creek — with honed instincts for what's moving and what it means downstream. He is a storyteller by nature, but some stories he shared only once, unminced and quietly. Crawford became the one he trusted. What she wove as his audience became this: a scrapbook that shares a life that moves between the Old South, the American West, and the roads between them. It's a tale of kin who share extraordinary things, sometimes a cookie, sometimes a family. And of co-conspirators who knew better, and those who know better now.

His land. His creatures. His people. The only thing Crocket takes in half measures is his bourbon—if Crocket takes an interest, it becomes a passion. Susan writes from that same instinct and a lens that sees life isn't something lost to passing years—it keeps, rocking heel-toe, until brought back into the light when the moment allows. Only Half Wild is that moment.