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Beaux to the fence post, Grandpa huddled deeper into his coat and sat down, hoping this way he could stay warmer by not being so out in the wind. Half an hour later the blizzard was still going strong and it was getting colder. Grandpa knew that his family was probably missing him by now, but he couldn't see well enough in front of him through the blizzard to get home. Soon, Grandpa got so cold he couldn't take it anymore, he got real tired and fell asleep. Now, you know that when you get tired and fall asleep when it's blizzarding and you're cold, it means death. But, my Grandpa was a tough young boy and he woke up! There is no telling how long he'd been asleep, but when he woke up, the snow was all melted and the sun was shining hard and hot. Confused about where he was and what had happened, he looked around. Taking note that his horse was nowhere to be seen and that the fence post had disappeared, he looked behind him. A church. He looked down. He was sitting on the local churches steps! Standing up, he walked a little ways away from the church to take in the whole scene, just to be sure this was where he actually was. Looking way up at the steeple, he saw a horse hanging by it's reins. Thankful that he'd finally found Beaux, he took his gun and shot the reins so that Beaux would fall, Grandpa jumped on and rode home.

As I said before, this story has been passed down from one generation of cowboys to another, and one thing that every cowboy has in common, it's a tendency to exaggerate and make things bigger and better. Please keep that in mind.

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