Another Uncle Hezekiah Palmer story for Rita Thompson. In the early 1900s, About any Saturday men, farmers, preachers ,bootleggers, and just plain lyres, liked to go to town(Hamilton) and set around the court house square talking about the weather and the late news, gossip inc. so the story goes one fellow tuck the floor and told a story about a fast horse he once had. Uncle Hezekiah was next so he said that reminds me of a very fast horse he once had we called him old buckshot I entered him in the forth of July horse race that was coming up so the morning of the forth I feed him all the green corn he could eat sprinkled with gun power. Now when the horses were all lined up to start ole Buckshot was pitching to go I was on his back and could hardly hold him from starting now when the start gun was fired ole Buckshot jumped out from under me and away he went around the track like a comet in the sky he was back at the starting line before the other horses were half way around and on he went passing all the other horses and just before reaching the finishing line his 2th time his legs popped off at his knees and as he went sliding across the finish line he exploded and blowed green corn all over the lady's white dress and the crowd of people that was looking on.And then Uncle Hezekiah steps down and takes a seat.Now the preacher takes the floor and says "LET US PRAY. That's about the way my father told the story. Joel Palmer