Stories by Faith Pyle
Anna Has a Fright
Anna Stuart. was my mothers name.
When I was her little girl she told lots of stories at night before we
went to bed and I remember many of them . She
named me Faith . I had sisters Dolores, Rae, Shirley, and brothers Stuart and
Anna was about 10 years old when this happened.
She was already riding her horse Cricket, a black mustang horse, to
school. Then every day Cricket would bump into someone on the ranch
and they would put his bridal and reins on and tie them over his neck and he
would walk to school and wait for Anna to ride home , usually bareback.
Sometimes they saddled him at the ranch and then it was a softer ride.
Anna was a very brave little girl .
In those days there
were only soft dirt roads or sometimes just a trail.
The horses and mules pulled wagons and equipment and that left a road
where they went over and over again. The
men did build little bridges here and there over the wagon trails or roads.
There was no plumbing in the houses.
There were no hospitals so if a snake bit you you had to take your
chances on Mom and Dad; and occasionally a Doctor would live somewhere close.
There was no electricity. In
some cities there was gas and electricity but not out in the prairies and
deserts where small towns sprung up around farms and ranches.
It was a very big and lonesome desert except for
the Indian camps all around Fallen, it was the only small town for many many
One morning Anna’s mother Pearl Rae was cooking
pancakes on a big black wood stove. Anna
could smell the good breakfast cooking, especially the bacon, so she went into
the kitchen and started to walk over to the big stove when something moved in
the dark corner back by the stove and a loud “HO.! HO!” shout came from the
dark corner and made Anna jump and squeal like anything.
She had a terrible fright. A
large handsome Indian grandfather stepped out of the corner and he was laughing
““ha ha ha” he said, ”Anna heap big scared!”.
Anna was a very brave girl but she had been “heap big scare.”
Every day Anna rode through the Indian camp to
come and go to school. The
grandfather of the people had an English name,
she found out latter from her father Mr. Harry Stuart.
Mrs. Warren and Mr. Warren would smile at Anna and wave and say “Ho,
Anna.” He never told any of his
people she was afraid, and all the Indian people liked to see Anna and knew she
was brave to ride a black mustang horse named Cricket to school every day
By Faith Pyle - A story about her mother, Anna
Ollie Stuart, known at "Boo" to all her grandchildren and
All rights reserved c 2000