He just said his name was “Boots.”
The walking tour guide, eyes smiling, despite the oppressive heat at 7 p.m. shared the tragic deaths of ordinary people:
- the gentleman who wouldn’t pay the barber for his shave so the sheriff shot him,
- the little girl who fell to her death while watching the circus parade into town,
- the patients of an incompetent town doctor, and
- so many more.
Their spirits haunt Granbury, Texas. You can ask anyone in town; everyone seems to have had an encounter or two.
But Boots has a way of sharing that is mysterious, mischievous and downright entertaining.
Hats off to you, Boots.