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Page 44 When we went to Okobojo I expected to have the run of the town and go with the “wild bunch”. I did a lot of the time but if I had home work to do I stayed home. One night I was out with the gang. It was a pitch black night and we were throwing rocks at a cook shack (old style trailer house) that was down over the hill to the east of town. The family who lived there was named Gould. Mr. Gould got out of the shack without us seeing him and sneaked up behind us. One of the gang saw him and hollered run. We all took off but when he hollered “stop or I’ll shoot” I froze where I was. The other fellows got over a fence and into a weed patch and were safe. Mr. Gould got his lantern and took me home. For me it was like walking the last mile. When we got home he told pa what we had been doing but said I wasn’t the one he was after and didn’t think I should be punished too hard. |