If I could be any made up fella, I’d be Pecos Bill. First read the story when I was six…or rather, Mamma read it to me…wanted to be a tornado-riding cowboy when I was ten, and if I had the choice now? I’d still want to sling a rattler around instead of a lasso. After all, we’re talking fictional here, and my only other choices in this little
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