Mexican Funeral Home parking lot empty at 12:00 AM, $250,000 cash. Darby was afraid deliver to back door.

It had been so much fun to hand count out more cash than he believed possible, $10, $20, $50, $100s all rubber banded at counting party, high, laughing. The fun over, no laughs alone, unarmed...

No one would guess, by then, a respectable-looking young Real Estate agent working in East Austin at a time when white guys did not sell on that side of town. Darby was different, but the other real estate agents did not like his nonconformist ways and his battles against their long-term successful isolation of the colored people. Times were changing, a…