twister!

when i was a kid my great grand father lived with us. he had been raised in kansas and moved his family to arizona during the great dust storms of the depression. he had 11 kids and was raising two grand daughters, one of which was my mom. he taught me a lot. some of which i retained. a lot i didnt. lookin back i should have been a little more attenative. he was a great teamster having worked horses his whole life. he knew more ways to hitch a team of horses than i knew was possible. 2 horse teams , 3 horse hitches, 4 ups and 5 ups all they way to 20 horse  hitches.  he tried to teach me these things but if a horse didnt have a saddle with a rope hangin on the horn i wasnt intrested. he told me one story that is hard to believe but i know he didnt tell windys.  when a young man he was working in a wheat field with a team of horses. it was hot, humid and the work was hard. the team was wringing wet with sweat and leanning into the collers workin hard. my grand dad looked to see a twister bearing down on him. on the kansas plains there was no where to run to. there was a old bufflo wallow close at hand so he left the team and ran there burrowing down in the loose soil in the bottom. a few minutes passed, the tornado passed over and grand dad peeked his head over the rim of the depression. there stood the team. the harnes, the bridles and the culevator were all gone, but the team stood where they had been left!