Dean Hudson

You could hear the riders coming, a thundering sound of hooves on the ground. Jack looked into your eyes and whispered. "This is my last fight. If they take me back to Texas, they won't take me back alive!" Jack's life ended that day, in a hail of gunfire and smoke. And all you could do was stand by and watch helplessly as the love of your life fell lifelessly to the ground. You looked down and picked the gun up that lay smoking in his hand. "Father, please forgive me... But I can't make it without my man!" Those were your final words. You knew the gun was empty. You knew you couldn't win. But you did it anyway. Your final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again... That was in 1885. More than 150 years have passed since that fateful day. And your restless spirit still haunts these lands. You bacame a ghost of the prairie. The "Pale Lady", the "Weeping Widow", the "Singing Ghost"... One night, a young biker was traveling down the road near the abandoned old church where your spirit still lingers. The very place where you and Jack had met your end all those years ago. He pulls over and makes camp for the night in the shadow of the church walls...