Great story, Ink. I keep hearing how much of a good person he was.
I never got to work on his ranch personally, but I knew a lot of the boys who did. Some of them were too far gone for anyone to reach. But I can say he gave it his all.
He didn't just give them a place to be, he tried to teach them how to be men. A ranch will make you a man, or break you a boy.
He was always very nice with Mrs. Meyers as well, who was in the late stages of Alzheimer's. She would wander over to his spread a lot, confused as to where her son was (who had passed away many years before) and he would bring her home very nicely and help find Larry Sr. to get her some help.
If you think of what an Arizona rancher should be like... manly, respectful, courteous, rugged, hard working, caring, stern, tough as nails... Mr. Lemon was all of them. He belonged out here if anyone ever did.
When I think of him, even now, I think of him on horseback with that terrible cowboy hat of his, covered in dust, and loving every minute of it.