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I gazed up at the little juniper-clad, canoe-shaped, red clay knoll with barely concealed emotion. I am a romantic at heart and a history buff of the worst kind, and this place was absolutely awash with romance and history. In the saddle between the two higher ends, a level spot maybe 20 feet long, 6 feet wide, and 15 feet above the surrounding terrain, was the burial place of a Comanche warrior. It was chosen so he could look out over his hunting grounds and watch the sunrise in the east each morning. The body had been found and removed long ago, but the mystique of the place was still strong. I thought if I could I would pick just such a spot for my last resting place, and I wished that the warrior had never been found. I don’t know what happened to his body, but as we stood there I could almost feel his spirit guarding his last resting place, and I hoped his soul really was wandering the Happy Hunting Grounds, as he had believed. I was thinking these thoughts as we climbed the knoll and took up positions to call the coyotes that were thick in the area.Read More...
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