The search was on for the ghost mare of Sun Rock. Right before sunset, she would show and right before sunrise, she was gone.

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They look in every cave and every place a mare could hide. Sun Rock was a town in the middle of nowhere. The Indians lived on the land until they were sent to Oklahoma. In this part of Texas there was nothing here except the run down town of Sun Rock. Stories of Sun Rock and the outlaws that use to come here to hide out were mostly tall tales. There was a few who found Sun Rock, but like everyone who lived there it was by mistake they found the town. That’s why the Indians loved it here. A smal valley surrounded by high cliffs. A huge red clay cliff hung over part of the west in of town. The morning sun always shined their first. The town arrived at its name because of that massive cliff. They used to say if you found sun rock then you were lost to begin with. There was a story of a ghost mare told by the old Indians. Each evening a white horse with blue eyes would be up above on the cliff that that over looks the town. The mare was always there and watched over the teepee’s in Red Clouds village. But the story is the same. The mare would arrived when at sunset and leave when the sun reached the top of the cliff. The Indians told the story and their children told the story. Their was many braves and chiefs who tried to catch the mare.

They all came back empty handed. One chief told his people he searched and found the horse. The horse spoke to him. The mare said she was the keeper of Sun Rock. She was sent by the Gods of all to watch and protect the land. The chief had all eyes on him while he told the story. He was admired greatly to have such a power, to see and speak to a spirit. He was chosen higher than all the people. Year after year some have try to find the mare and all have failed. After the Indians left the area, the cowboys found the place and came back to settle there. Very few knew where to find it. Some stayed and some left. As the mare was seen Thu the years town folk told the stories of the mare. The mare ran with the wild mustangs and Indian paint horses outside town. Some days you could see the dust they kicked up running. There was a black stallion the people name Amigo. The horse was one of the fastest they had ever seen. No one could get near this horse. Two years later they found the horse at the bottom of a cliff. No one had any ideal what had happened to such a fine animal. That night the mare appear on top of the cliff. She raised up her front legs and cried out.

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  • Joan Bray on May 3, 2009

    This is a fine tale about the ghost horse and the ghost town. Many like this in the old west. It is very realestic and interesting.

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