The Palestine Herald, Palestine, Texas


March 30, 2013


EDITOR’S NOTE: Life Behind the Pine Curtain is a series of anecdotes collected and edited by Herald-Press Publisher Gary Connor.

A man was driving through East Texas on U.S. 287 one spring evening. The road was deserted and he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours.

  Suddenly his car started to cough and sputter and the engine slowly died, leaving him sitting on the side of the road in total isolation. He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he could do to get it going again.

  Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine and feel despondent. As he stood looking at the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he cursed that he had not put on a new battery.

  Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, “It’s your fuel pump.” The man raised up quickly, striking his head on the underside of the hood.

“Who said that?” he called out. There were two horses, a white one and a sorrel one, standing in the fenced field alongside the road. The man was amazed when the white horse repeated, “It’s your fuel pump. Tap it with your flashlight and try it again.”

  Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flash light, turned the key and sure enough, the engine roared to life. He muttered a short thanks to the horse and screeched away.

  When he reached Palestine, he ran into a local bar and said, “Gimme a double whiskey, please!”

 A rancher sitting at the bar looked at the man’s ashen face and asked, “What’s wrong, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  “It’s unbelievable,” the man said and recalled the whole tale to the rancher.

  The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. “A horse, you say? Was it by any chance a white horse?”

 The man replied in the affirmative. “Yes, it was! Am I crazy?”

  “No, you ain’t crazy. In fact, you’re lucky,” said the rancher, “because that sorrel don’t know nuthin’ about cars.”


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