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"Cusswords and Cactus"

This is a somewhat humorous situation, at least for the cowboy not in the cactus. I know how the one in the cactus feels. When I was breaking horses, I was in the canyon one winter morning and the youngster I was on bucked me off. I landed in the middle of a snow covered patch of prickly pear. I eventually had to throw my coat away, there was no way to remove all the thorns.


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