Clayton Williams is a west Texas oilman, who in 1990 should have been an easy winner over the big-mouthed Democrat, Ann Richards. Unfortunately Clayton had a big mouth too and he didn't know when to keep it shut. He had a group of reporters out to his ranch during branding season, and it began raining. Clayton made the comment that the weather was a lot like rape--you can't do anything about it, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it. Of course that made the news big time and all of the hairy-legged feminists and the goody two-shoes Southern Baptist ladies became apoplectic. This fired up Ann Richards in doing her typical Democrat thing--making up stories and telling lies--and Clayton made a really big faux pas when they met for a televised debate. He told Ann Richards that she was a liar and he refused to shake her hand. Now, even though Ann Richards wasn't much of a lady, that was beyond the pale here in Texas, and Clayton never recovered.
You left out his tales of his trips down to Mexico as as student and what he and his buddies did while they were there.
No, he was primarily a banker. He may have had the only bank in Midland that survived the bust. Shoot, it may have been the only bank in West Texas that survived.