Category: Western Publisher: Lulu Press Inc.
Type: Fiction
Pages: 238
Copyright: Feb 14, 2009
ISBN-13: 9780557057931
I have included several accounts that were told to me by trusted people which knew of the happenings of the stories of the gold in Oklahoma Territory. Either by what they had heard or by actual accounts from living at the time of happenings.
There is a lot of information of where to find gold in todays time that is for the taking. The burried Treasures are still there and one must research and with luck may be the one to locate the treasure.
When most people hear the word Oklahoma, they think about the Oklahoma Land Run, cowboys and Indians, and the oil boom, however, they do not realize that there are many treasures that were lost throughout history in the state of Oklahoma.
Things told and remembered of outlaw gold but none has ever been reported are supposedly recovered. Even though there has been hundreds of moneys recovered that could have been outlaw gold that has been reported. The following items have never been recovered or reported.
Some of the lost treasures have no exact location. The owners just knew that while traveling through the Oklahoma territory their treasures disappeared, mainly because they forgot where they hide the money. One such incident is the story of an Atoka cattleman. All of his gold was lost in Oklahoma most likely close to Atoka. Whether he buried his gold or in fact lost the gold, no one knows for sure.
Other stories are centered about outlaws such as the silver coins that were buried in Le Flore County on the Holsum Valley road near the old Sulpher River Bridge. The legend states that around half a bushel of silver coins was hidden by bandits somewhere along the roadside.
More outlaws gangs as tales were told, buried their stolen loot at what is now Roman Nose State Park close to Watonga in Blaine County.
Famous outlaw gangs Henry Starr, Doolin and Dalton, Rufus Buck, Belle Starr, Jessie James, Frank James and Ned Christie hid their loot in Robber’s Cave State Park close to Wilburton in Latimer County.
The James brother’s careers lasted nearly 16 years, and over 75 robberies totaling $6 million! Northeastern Oklahoma Counties. There are many stories of Jesse James loot being hidden in the state from the northern Counties to Bryon County on the Red River in the south. Since the James gang came from Missouri, many people believe that they hid out in the Nation during a cooling off period from robberies.
Doolin and Dalton stayed around Ingalls, now a ghost town, east of Stillwater. The Dalton gang had no particular spot for hiding their loot however, it is rumored that they normally used caves and one of the favorite places were the caves near Sand Springs close to Tulsa.
Famous outlaws have also buried or hidden their ill-gotten gains in the state of Oklahoma. Pretty Boy Floyd’s treasures are hidden close to Sallisaw in Sequoyah County also in Pittsburg County near Rain Creek. Stashed robbery loot variously estimated from $ 50,000 to $100,000
This is some of the stories told by folks in the different parts of the state where I lived at the time while working in my younger days. Also of other information that I have acquired over the years.
Any names of the living or dead people which I wrote in this book, was not meant to insinuate or used in a bad way. These people all are proud to be from Oklahoma. This book is a work of fiction of names, characters, places, or incidents either are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locality or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental unless other wise noted.
Excerpt
The sun was already up by several hours and Spoof had taken care of the
livestock. He had turned the horses and cow loose in the pasture and pulled enough
boards off the hog pen so the hogs and pigs could take care of themselves. The chicken pen gate, Spoof had propped open and the chickens were all over the yard. Spoof tied the horses by the back door and they were loaded. Spoof made one last look of the things in the house to figure if there was something else, that he might want to take with
him.
Spoof didn’t see anything else he needed to take for there wasn’t much room left on the horses but he took down his dads old work hat to take with him. He could stuff some paper into the hat band and wear the hat when the sun started getting hotter.
As Spoof closed the back door and turned to the horses, he saw the town
Marshal standing there leaning against the porch post. “Your not coming to town are
you Spoof?”
“No sir, I’m going south to where I’ve got kin folks.”
“I couldn’t find any family that would take you in, so maybe that’s for the
best.”
“Thank you Marshal for asking people around town to let me live with them.”
“You got a bill of sale on those horses?”
“No sir. They’re my horses.”
“Everyone around here knows that but when you get south someone might try
take them from you. You got a piece of paper and a pencil. I can write you a legal bill of sale and then there won’t be any questions about them.”
The Marshal and Spoof went into the kitchen and the Marshal wrote a bill of
sale out to Spoof Jones owning the horses. The Marshal handed the paper to Spoof and after he had read it, Spoof put it in his pocket. The Marshal asked, “You have any guns here to take with you because you might need one on south of here.”
“Yes sir out on the saddle horse.” Spoof and the Marshal walked out to the
saddle bags and Spoof took the small gun from of the bag.
The Marshal took the gun and looked it over saying, “You got any shells for
this gun.” Spoof shuck his head no. The Marshal showed Spoof how to break the gun open and from his pocket, the Marshal took a shell out and showed Spoof how to turn the gun away from anyone to shut it. “These types of derringers go off sometime when you shut them so you be very careful closing this thing up. This gun takes a .44 shell and it’ll probably kick out of your hand when it goes off. You need to be within fifteen feet to hit anything with it. Come on kid I’ll ride a ways with you.”
On the way up towards the crossroads, the Marshal gave Spoof some more
advice. “If you think, someone is following what you need to do is to leave the road and go up or down a creek and through the brush for a ways until you can see your back trail. Then wait and if they pass on and don’t come looking for you then move on. In addition, don’t ever camp near the road or near any other people, even if they don’t look like they would be troubles. Always is best that when you cook at night to move on for a mile or so before you set up to sleep.”
They were at the crossroads when the Marshal pulled up. “Spoof here is five
extra shells for the derringer. You need to remember that you’re just ten years old, you have to stay away from towns, and people until you get close to your kinfolk. Don’t go through towns late in the evening or at night. You should camp outside of town but near enough so you can go through the town early in the morning. Only stop in the town if you need to get something to eat or supplies. Do you have any money, Spoof?”
“Yes sir, I’ve got enough money.”
“Then you take care and stay away from your brother for he’s turning bad and
no good. You have to remember that a lot of people will think you’re not big enough or old enough to be on your own.”
“Yes sir,” but I’m almost as big as you are.”
“Yep, but being any size you’re only as big as your knowledge. A big man
might hardly know anything and a smaller man might be really smart. Do you know how to read and count money?”
“Yes sir, momma taught me and I’ve been able to go to school some in town.”
“You need to read everything you can find to read to become a bigger
person.”
“Yes sir, I’ll do that and thanks for your help.”
Spoof waved after he got a ways down the trail and the Marshal waved back at
him. Spoof was really on his own now and there would be no turning back. It wasn’t long until Spoof went past Holman’s store and about two more miles was Baileys Grist Mill, which set on the river, where dad always bought his meal and flour. Spoof had made about ten miles, he guessed, and it was getting on over late in the evening.
Spoof figured the sun would be going down in another hour because it was
early in the spring and the horses were getting tired and stumbling now and again. They were short legged, didn’t walk very far, or very fast before tiring and maybe they would get use to walking farther as time went on. He started looking off the road for a place to camp for the night. After another mile or so, Spoof saw some timber off to his right near a creek and he turned the horses down across the field. He had found a lot of people had fenced their property near the road and he would have to watch for places,where no fence was at, to go into the woods to camp at night.
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
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