The lithe, young model watches a Border Patrol chopper swoop toward the mesa with a chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh chuh-chuh. She steps over, then under, 80-year-old barbed wire, scratching and crunching her way through West Texas greasewood and broom weed. Shivering behind a makeshift partition — an unfurled black trench coat — she changes into a silk crepe shift adorned with a single soaring barn swallow. She scales an abandoned railroad trestle and attempts to evoke glamour in the 38-degree weather. Continue reading on DallasNews.com >