People: Duke in Durango

Even in silhouette he is unmistakable, weight on one leg, sombrero at an angle, costumed as a United States marshal of a hundred years ago. He is telling his son Michael a story about his rotten memory.

“I tried bein’ like Harry Carey and callin’ everybody ‘Pardner’ ’cause I can never remember names, but it just wasn’t me,” he says, lighting up a slender cigar.