Got to relate a story I was told this week by
another oil hauler.
He was at a well location out in the middle of
nowhere a couple of weeks ago, Around 3 am he had gone up on the tanks to gauge
or measure how much oil was in the tank. As he was reading the steel tape, he
caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. He knew that he was the only
person in the area and the movement startled him.
Standing at the other end of the cat walk was a tall
Indian brave in full war paint holding an ax in one hand and a spear in the
other. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up and as he turned to
face the brave, he was frozen with fear. The warrior started walking toward him
and all he could do was stare into his eyes. What he was seeing didn't look
transparent or ghostly, it looked to be a solid, well built man ready to
battle.
Unable to utter a sound, all he could do was watch
as the brave approached and proceeded to walk straight through him and down the
steps behind him before walking off into the night.
Turns out, the well was permitted and built on an
ancient sacred Indian burial ground and this wasn't the first time someone had
provoked a spirit and had an encounter. He told me where the well was located
and you can bet the farm that I'll only work it during the daytime if I ever
have to. I have no desire to have a warrior walk through me or step in what he
would find behind me.
