The sounds of horses thundering can still be heard on a moonlit night. The cries of coyotes pierce the darkness. In the early morning mist, the images of Buffalo can be seen floating in the air. The distant beating of drums and the tom tom echo down the valley and over the hills. Deep tracks of wagon wheels can still be seen fresh in the grassy earth where deer still run and clear streams run cold out of the earth. History seems to stand still and the ghost of  memories past recur often on a path that once saw many things, this a haunted trail.