The little boogers were back in the woods behind our house. 7, 8 and 9 year old grandsons would never admit it, but their expressions said they almost got lost.
To implant a little raise the eyebrow caution in them, I whipped up a story of half-truth,
half-lie, fabricated, made up, tall tale, umm, creative license story.
“Did y’all see any signs of Chief Katura in the woods?”
Like fishing for hungry perch with a worm, they snapped at the bait!
I paused to look them in the eye for emphasis.
“Now, I’m not saying I believe it, but folks around here say Chief Katura was the bravest Caddo Indian to ever live! Even braver than Chief Nacogdoches, who the oldest town in Texas (where we live), is named after. A lot of folks around here say the spirit of Chief Katura still roams these woods looking for his bow and arrow.”
They didn’t just take the bait. They swallowed the hook!
I robbed some local fore from ghost stories from the town I grew up in and went on.Continue reading Chief Katura