The Ranch House
Back in 1983 or ’84 my husband and another cowboy helped some married friends move from Nevada to a ranch in Oregon. The new place had a big historic ranch house on the property and that is where they stayed for the night.
After a long day of moving, my husband and the other cowboy laid out their bedrolls in one of the spare rooms, while the couple set up in the master bedroom.
Around midnight, my husband and his friend were awakened by loud talking and laughing in the kitchen. It sounded like ranch talk with two or three people talking about cattle and such. My husband shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
In the morning he asked his married friends about all the conversation that was going on around midnight. They gave him a blank look. They had slept through the night and no one else was in the house. His friend confirmed that he had heard the conversation also.
The couple was leasing the ranch from a family that didn’t get along and the grandparents of the family had passed in the house.
Photo courtesy of Eric Muhr
“The couple was leasing the ranch from a family that didn’t get along and the grandparents of the family had passed in the house. “