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merican Cowboy, Gary Winstead


ye. They were married in Vegas 46 years ago. Gary reminisces, “We promised each other whomev- m there, Winstead was “off to face the California traffic up to Hollywood to meet with a producer. e up there has an angle. So you shake hands then count your fingers.”


out A Cowboy Tall Tales, based on the true life adventures of Cutter and Margo, characters based


also a writer, actor, movie producer and director. Besides those talents, he has a black belt in Judo ired now and for a time was a member of the National Senior Pro Rodeo Association. Now I just e event that included my son and a free pony which did not end well. It has been shown in 12 film out a ghost light I encountered while serving with the Marine Corps in North Carolina back in the shoot then off to editing.”


neighbor that did not know or like horses and he had a mother-in-law who was as sweet as peach cobbler. Behind my spread was a ravine and for some reason this particular weekend the in-law decided to park her vintage car in the ravine. The series of events that followed now could only be something Hollywood dreamed up.


My daughter was cleaning the stalls and did not secure Tip’s well enough and as anyone knows, give a horse an inch…So Tip gets out and heads for the ravine. I’m in the round pen working a young Mustang and hear Josephine hollering for Tip to come back. I get out of the pen just in time to see my great 1200-pound Palomino mare go up the side of the ravine, slip on the green brush and fall right on top of the Mother-in-laws car. She lands on her side on the hood, rolls over the roof on the trunk and doesn’t break stride as she


hits her feet and keeps on going. Josephine and I are running and yelling for her to come back, right. Well too late now. Tip decides to stop and come back. Yep. Now we are holler- ing, no, no stop. Undaunted she keeps coming, goes up the ravine, slips, falls on the trunk this time, rolls over the roof off the hood and comes right up next to me. She nuzzles like nothing happened and didn’t have a mark on her. I hear “Oh, my.” Look up and there is Jan, Dennis and the Mom. She has her head in her hands and keeps repeating “Oh my, Oh my.”


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