“I told you, my dear grandson. It’s still there.”
“I never would’ve thought. Dad told me it was probably gone by now. How long did you and grandpa live there?”
“He was there for 40 years. You look just like he did when we were young. I got a photo in a little box at your dad’s house. I’ll show it to you.”
“Mom told me I looked like him. I’d love to see the photo.”
“I was at the farm a few more years before I moved in with y’all. The damn road. It killed him. Cut right through the middle of the farm. Nothing was the same after that. He never planted another crop. Died within a year.”
“I’m sorry, grandma.” William had heard about the doctor’s report. Grandma would not be around much longer.
Read MoreNo one knows if this story is real. It’s been told a thousand times but never written down before now. The versions I have heard are all similar. I mean no disrespect to the tellers of old, and hope that this version is close to the truth.
One of the first explorers of the west was a young man named Caleb Jones. He had heard of the dangers that lurked under the western sky. But he believed the was something out there worth finding. His father was an explorer too. Came to America and left much of his wealth behind in the old country. Caleb’s father told young Caleb it wasn’t enough to come here. Someone needed to find out what was out there.
As he approached his 16th birthday, young Caleb headed west.
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