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The cowboy knew that death was close. "What a way for a man of the outdoors to meet his end!" he reflected. And what of his family in Idaho? He hadn't seen them in six years! Too late now. Wait, were those footsteps and voices on the stairway? His heart leapt with hope. Then, "No, my mind is just playing tricks on me," he thought as he passed out.
"There he is!" a choked voice said, as two figures emerged from the smoke and flames. They half carried, half dragged the obvlivious cowboy down the narrow stairway, through the lobby and outside to the cheering crowd gathered on First Street. Within scant minutes, the flimsy wooden structure was completely engulfed in flames, the upper floor gone.
The fresh, cold winter air revived the cowboy after a few minutes, and turning to his rescuers with a grin on his soot-blackened face, he asked them, "Gotta Match? Got to have a smoke!"