We had just finished the roundup, and all of the wranglers collected their pay Since I was the ramrod of the outfit. I had a lot to say. But when the boys went to town to spend their money on whisky and women, there was no one that could tell them what to do. Jim and I didn't drink but we went to town with the boys from the ranch anyway. George got drunk and tried to pick a fight with Jim. George was so drunk he swung at Jim and missed, Jim turned him around and kicked him in the butt, and told him to sit down and sober up. The room was full of wranglers and hoochie women. They all saw what happened and started laughing at George. George just sat in a chair. He yelled at Jim while shaking his fist. "You and that damn ramrod will hear from me, you can bet on it."

    Jim and I had planned for weeks, during the roundup, that we would go out on the range, and look for the ghost horse that was said that you can only see at night. We left the cantina and got in our saddles for the long ride on the prairie. We had all of our grub in our saddlebags. We had our parkas behind our saddles. It was getting to be the time of year when it rains and thunders on the prairie.

    We rode all that night, and slept in the day. We set up camp by a brook so our horses could drink water. We hobbled our horses so they could eat the bunch grass and not run away while we slept. We stayed awake all that night watching for the ghost horse, but we never saw him. We laid our heads on our saddles and went to sleep as the sun warmed us.

    The next night there was thunder and lightning in the sky. Jim and I, put our parkas on, we knew it would rain any minute. It was just in time that we put the parkas on. The rain came down in milk buckets. The sky's lit up bright as the sun had ever made it look. But that was just for a second. Then it got pitch black again. "There he is" yelled Jim. In that split second of light from the lightning I saw him too. The ghost horse. Oh, he was beautiful and white. But I never got to see him again. Jim and I rode back to the ranch and told everyone about the ghost horse and that we had seen it.

    George stood up and said, "I guess I fooled you guys. That was my white horse you saw." Many times Jim and I asked George if he was telling the truth.

    "Was that really your horse we saw that stormy night?"