I saw her in the valet parking area of one of the big new Vegas hotels. It
was like a scene out of a movie–this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed
to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels and big floppy hats, saying
goodbye to a toothy blonde bride in white lace. I wasn’t looking at the
bride, though, but at one of the bridesmaids. She was a giant, six feet
tall and what was politely called big-boned. Well, being the rangy cowgirl
type myself, I always liked a good-sized woman.

Anyway, it was a fair description, she …