By the time we left the barn in Dixon, the rain was coming down in sheets. Soon, the rain turned to snow, and we found ourselves in an all-out blizzard. The snow kept freezing to my shoes and forming a ball of ice beneath my hooves. This caused me to roll on my hooves and stumble. The other horses were having just as much trouble as I was. George and Fat kept dismounting and knocking the snow out of our hooves.
It wasn’t long before we were all soaked through and shivering. We found a stable to rest in for the night and the men threw out their bedrolls to sleep on the floor. The son of J.B Price, who worked the farm came into the barn and said, “You boys needn’t go hungry around this place. Follow me into town and I’ll buy ya’ll supper.”
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