I forgot the thing that would impress you city folks. I stole horses; at least once a week in good weather. Of course I treated them well and put them back when I was done. The ones I took were retired and liked the attention. I never have had a saddle. Live oak trees were invented to help boys get on to horses. Only ever caught once. The man gave me a long cold look and said "I don't know your name but I know who does. Treat that horse well or the sheriff'll be at your door. I could walk 70 miles in a day back then. A horse is better.