Johnny’s son says his father and Waylon were always such good friends. Like brothers. Such good brothers. Icons of that half of The Highwaymen are painted black and white, two men of the old cut posed close enough with sweat hair and tooth smiles, never in a hurry for the next set. Such good brothers. Like outlaws. Such good outlaws. The two sang until they died. Waylon went first. Johnny lasted one more year. Both died of complications from diabetes, as if they overgorged on this world’s sweetness daring the rest of us to follow. Such good outlaws. Like pioneers. Such good pioneers.