I think that the holidays feel like frozen noses. I love walking with the dog for long periods of time.

Hopefully it's snowing and you've got to wrap up warm. So I think a frozen nose is a sweaty armpit

because your wrapped up so warm but then you're climbing hamps and heath and you get to the top

and you're like, and then you can see the breath but then your nose is still freezing to touch.

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By the time John Wesley Hardin reached the age of 18, he claimed credit for a dozen killings.

He was building a reputation as a fearless and dangerously gifted gunslinger and he was no longer a fresh face teenager.

At that age, Hardin was described as being about 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing just over 150 pounds with a somewhat slight build.

He had light brown hair in blue eyes although others described his eyes as hazel or even brown.

Most agreed Hardin was a good looking young man and by his own admission, he'd murdered Union soldiers, Texas lawmen and at least one civilian.

The first arrest warrant was issued after he killed his sixth victim, a man named Jim Bradley, whom he killed after a card game gone wrong.

In late 1871, just shy of his 18th birthday, Hardin's luck ran out in East Texas.

He was finally captured by a relatively new law enforcement agency called the Texas State Police.

But it was a long ride from East Texas to Waco in central Texas, where Hardin was supposed to stay in trial for the murder of Jim Bradley.

Hardin was able to kill one of the men who were transporting him for trial and he fled back to his father's home, as always.

And his father thought there was only one course of action available. Run to Mexico.

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