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My father and Willie Hester was riding the ruins in the cyclone

in the Winnett County and a white piggy fence that was parallel to the road

into long pastures, though this beautiful horse, pretty as quarter horse,

my father was seeing. So my father turned around and pulled in a driveway.

The farmer come out asking, was that his horse?

Yeah, my father outed me a thousand bucks. He said, no, he offered me 1,500.

I was saying, you just got your horse.

A little bit of twist would, I guess, one of the smartest creatures I ever know,

not being human. That was the beginning of the, I guess, the most beautiful

fresh shit my father had with animal. Billy loved Miller B twist and soon purchased

several more for the family to ride. But Miller kind of became part of the family.

He seemed to have a special connection to the animal.

Maybe it was the way the horse loved him back with no judgment, no fear.

He would go down there and he would have either some sour grapes or a green apple or something

on him, the horse lat. And he would whistle. He would whistle like I can't do it, but he would whistle.

And Miller would come up there and that horse would just take his nose and knock him around

until he found every treat on him. The funniest thing you were saying was Miller

manhandled my father. But as is always the case, the good times just seemed to not last very long.

Raybert had been riding one of the horses named Red. And when he left, the gate was left unlocked.

Sometime during the night, Miller B twist wondered out. A police officer from a nearby county

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