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Gold

It happened in the year 1900's
My grandma came on the trail of tear's
She told me i have a story to tell you
She said when she was a little girl
She rode in a back of a wagon
The road was long,
And they was hard
But, they made it
To Oklahoma
She saw many people die along the way
She saw a horse turn into petrified rock
And a man to,
And the man was still alive when he turned
But, eventually died
She told me she remembered she saw something
That was very strange
She was rideing her horse along the washita river,
And saw a buch of indian's attacking a stage coach,
And killed everyone on board
As the indain's took everything inside
Of the stage coach
And all the clotheing that was on the victim's,
And even scalp them for there hair,
And rode off with a cry
She rode on by,
And saw in the washita river
The gold bar's
That layed in the bottem of the river,
And it sunk to the very bottem
She got off her horse,
And tried to pull one up
But, never could get it up,
And she sat there and cried
Hour's later went by
She got on her horse,
And rode back to her dad's farm house,
And never told no one where the gold layed
Untill the day before she died
The gold bar's are in the washita Oklahoma in
Clinton
On the north side of town
And i have tried to find these gold bar's,
And almost died.
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