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Deadman Creek, Blizzard

We picked up their trail around midday,

Fresh tracks in the new fallen snow.

Two hours more, we found the cows,

Then the wind commenced to blow.  

Al and Tex were breaking trail,

Cows followed single file,

But the snow had drifted in so hard,

By dark, wed scarcely made a mile.

Big Tex started playing out,

So I took the lead on Cinnamon,

The next eight hours was an icy blur...

I figured, we were done.

The storm blew out by midnight,

They found the road by two.

Three cows, two calves, two cowboys,

Those two brave horses pulled us through!  

Mike Puhallo


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