BOWED TENDON
Wed, 11/12/2014 - 16:08
News Staff
A.J. Hall’s place was just up the road; a ‘ranch’ of sixty flimsy plywood stalls seemingly painted over and over again in any and every color. Fees for boarding horses were quickly traded for cases of beer or bottles of whiskey, with empties used as reflectors on the fences to keep the fly population down. Bragging that his barn was the only stable in town that did everything right, the stubby- bearded horse trader would tell you straight out, “Ain’t no place finer.” In his crushed straw hat, smiling his snaggletoothed smile, A.J. never tired of telling folks that he had birthed more, bred more, ridden more, treated more, traded and raced more horses than anyone else.
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