Larry let a lot of stuff go on along the river and for some reason, people like to cut the fence and camp on the Bartree property down the river’s edge. Larry would let them stay and make it a point to go walk down in the AM and tell them to clean up and get out.
Now,If they w
ere raising hell and making a lot of noise, that was different. Larry would do his recon, go back to his camp house and saddle up his big black horse. He would deck out in his horseman gear and then ride through the campers campsite and scare them to death. It’s funny how a fire can cast a shadow on a tent that will make you think you are seeing things and I bet the boss did not help.
This one time, Larry rides through and the campers are not phased at all. Not to be taken lightly, Larry comes around, pulls his black powder guns and opens fire as he runs through the camp site on horse back. This group left so fast the only thing they took was them. They left food, beer, tents and all.
Well, They stopped down the road and tried to find some one to go back and get their stuff, but Curtis (that’s me) had moved along side of them in the sand pits and I let my guns rip. We never saw them again.
Contributed by Curtis Dalton
