Reseña del libro "Pull up a Sagebrush (en Inglés)"
Excerpt from chapter 27 - Breakin' Broncs and Teeth"Well, as was my custom when a horse would go up on its hind legs, I reached up for my hat to crack him with it between the ears. Generally when I did this it would bring the horse back down on its feet; but this time when I reached up to grab my hat, he lost his balance and over we went, backwards with him on top of me. Well, when we scrambled free from each other and I could steady myself on my feet, I went over to check him over to see if he'd gotten himself hurt. He was pretty shook up, but seemed alright."While he (Dad) had been telling the story he'd been gesturing with his hands how he'd twisted the horse's ear and how he'd reached for his hat. He then hooked his left thumb under his chin and continued."This here bottom part of my chin was up next to my left ear and the hinge part of the jaw was in the back of my neck." Using his left thumb he moved his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to his left ear. "Where the bottom of my jaw normally was, the right side of my hinge was there and the skin was just flapping. Figuring I needed some help, I headed to the cook shack hoping one of the boys had some sort of background where they could help me. But when I got there they all took one look at me and seeing a bloody mess and my chin just a flapping, none of them wanted to help. It was 20 miles by horseback to the nearest town that had a doctor and I didn't think I could make it before I'd pass out, so I went to the back of the cook shack, got out the medicinal whiskey, and headed for the horse trough which was beside the corral. As I was pumping the trough full of cold water, I drank down as much of the whiskey as I could handle without getting too drunk, but enough to deaden the pain. When the trough was full of good cold water I got down on my knees next to the trough and set the bottle close enough in case I needed more anesthesia. I began to move my jawbone from the side of my ear and back of my neck around to the front. Each time I felt like I was going to pass out, I'd dunk my head in the trough, revive myself, and keep on working the jawbone around."
