This story is from Texas Monthly’s archives. We have left the text as it was originally published to maintain a clear historical record. Read more here about our archive digitization project. Six feet up on the tube steel rigging at the front of the boat, thin, tanned, wrinkled Popeye gives a signal with a wave of his hand. Behind the steering wheel near the back of the boat, big, bearded Bluto, captain of the expedition, yanks on the lever at his right hand. The motor slows and the boat nearly stops, drifting with the tide. A few yards away, Wimpy and Sweet Pea, the low men in this exploit, slow the outboard motor on their square-bowed aluminum skiff. Everyone waits for a word from Popeye,…The post The New Rustlers appeared first on Texas Monthly.