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  Posted: January 17, 2020      Views: 47

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Two women sit at a deserted bar.
"Ghost Rider In the Sky (Story)" by Rosemary Everson1

On the border of Texas and New Mexico, you'll find the deserted town of Glenrio. The town once sat along a remote part of the famous route and gave travelers the chance to stop to visit diners, bars, motels, dance halls, and gas stations. Glenrio was a thriving railroad town; eventually the train was the only transportation for their tourists or visitors.

So today, I just happen to be one of them who is touring the area for a few days. Riding the train car isn't my favorite pastime but I am on a mission. In the second train car, the conductor had mentioned another lady was getting off when he stopped the train at Glenrio, too.

The train suddenly came to a halt.  The sweat was dripping from my brow. It was hot. I kept wondering what happened to the person who I was meeting? There was no one in sight. 

Suddenly the woman appeared. "Are you lost?" she asked. "I saw you on the train.  Do you need a lift?"

"I did ride the train with you.  I'm not lost but I sure do need a lift. There isn't a place in sight that looks like a hotel," I said.

"You must be looking for someone?" she asked. "And I think I'm the person."

"You could be. I don't have any idea where there's a hotel in this town. I need a place to stay for a few days."

"Well, you're in Glenrio. This town has been vacant for a long time now. Over yonder is a local deserted bar where many go to rest after a bumpy train ride," she replied.

"Thank you," I said. "Sounds like a good place to sit."

"Come with me," she said. "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Sally Privac," I replied. "How about you?"

"I'm Edith Hunker."

"Nice to meet you, Edith Hunker."

"Let's visit the deserted bar together. I'm just coming home, too, from a trip.  I live a few miles from here. This town has become quite a ghost town. There's lots of Cowboy and Indians who have passed through here before my time."

"How long have you lived here?" I asked.

"Several years," she said. Edith open the junky bar door. Suddenly, I felt comfortable knowing there was someone around other than myself.

"This place looks rather deserted," I said. "I'm not sure I want to stay in this bar."

"Oh, it's not as bad as it looks. I'll take you in the back of the building and you'll change your mind. But first, have a stool. We can sit for a while."

Just like that, our conversation turned into a friendship which I really needed.

Edith started to explain, "Prosperity doesn't last. Many towns that were once booming in industries such as coal and gold mining are now deserted areas, just waiting to be toured. There's something about an abandoned area that brings out the explorer in each of us. Maybe it's the history behind these towns that is waiting to be uncovered, or maybe it's the adventures that await. But I'm glad you're here. Let me give you a tour of this deserted bar."

We started walking toward the secret hiding place. Edith keyed in a code and suddenly a door opened. On the other side of the old deserted bar, there was a big, asymmetrical modern bar. It had a second balcony and an attic.  It was a sight beyond my imagination.

"Can I tell you a secret? Back in the days when the cowboys filmed their movies, they used this modern scenic bar instead of the old deserted bar. There have been many 'Cowboy and Indian' movies filmed in this up to date bar. I just have never told anybody about this secret hideout." Edith motioned to the bar stool and asked, "Being we are here, would you like a glass of wine with me?"

"Okay. I guess I am thirsty."  Taking the glass of beverage in my hand, I explained, "Now I must tell you why I've come. I'm here to do some exploring. I was supposed to meet someone here that's in our group, but she hasn't showed up yet. My husband passed away a few years ago and he always wanted to explore the coal and gold mining towns. For some reason, because of him, I selected this vicinity."

"I'm glad that I found you. I am your guide for the next few days," said Edith.

"Now I feel better. I still have to find a place to stay though," I said.

"You have a place to stay at my hotel. It's further down the road. So, you're all set," Edith replied.

Although, Edith and I had struck up a good conversation in the bar, there was something about the old deserted bar that gave me the creeps. I just didn't know what it was.

After we got done with the second day of our tour, Edith wanted to take a break, so we went to sit at the deserted bar.

"Okay, sounds good," I said.  As I opened the junky wooden door, a ghost like figure came flying by my face.

"Oh, that's just Ghost Rider, the flying ghost," said Edith.

"A flying ghost?" I asked.

"Yes, there was a cowboy, named Ghost Rider, who passed away years ago in this bar. This was his home, he lived upstairs. I guess he never wanted to leave. So, when the figure appears, I say, 'Howdy Rider. Nice to see you again.' And then his ghost doesn't come around for many days later."

"So, tell me, what was the cowboy's last name?" I asked.

"He was known as Ghost Rider in the Sky," Edith replied.

"Do you think he'll help us find the gold we are looking for?" I asked.  "Perhaps his ghost-like figure will lead us to the location."

"If you hear the song, 'Ghost Rider In the Sky', he might appear," said Edith.  "But he only appears in this deserted bar."  

The two of us sat down and rested.  If I had any idea that there was a ghost involved with my mission  trip, I would have gotten right back on the train.  But staying here probably will make me into a tough woman yet.  Riding a saddle wasn't part of the plan.  It was to find the gold mines, if there were any.


Two women sit at a deserted bar writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Write a story using the premise two woman sit at an otherwise deserted bar. They share a secret. They strike up a friendship.

Author Notes
This is a fictional story about the days of coal and mining in a deserted area known as Glenrio (located by the Texas and New Mexico Border).

Lyrics "(Ghost) Riders In The Sky"
Sung by Johnny Cash

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cries

Yippie I oh oh oh
Yippie I aye ye ye
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught em yet
Cause they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cries

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
'If you wanna save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies

Yippie I oh oh oh
Yippie I aye ye ye
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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