The Ford at the Republican River Crossing

September 1921. A dry stretch of the Republican River near the Kansas-Nebraska line. Luna's great-uncle Alden, a farmer past sixty, told her this story one night in the lean-to off the barn, the lamp turned low so the moths wouldn't find it. He was eighteen, riding home from Scandia after dark, his horse favoring the left foreleg. The river was low — he could see the gravel bars. But a woman stood in the crossing, ankle-deep, wearing a calico dress that should have been rotted thirty years. She asked him for a ride across. She said her name was Martha. She said she lived on the far side, in a house that burned down in '89. Alden gave her the horse and walked behind. He never forgot the smell — wet wool and something sweet, like apples left too long in a cellar. He never forgot that she didn't leave footprints in the sand. The horse didn't mind her. That was what kept him from running. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #TheLonelyPlains #RepublicanRiver #GreatUncleAlden #Martha #Crossing #GhostStory #1921 #Kansas #Nebraska #Horseback #CalicoDress #NoFootprints #WetWool #CiderSmell #OldHouse Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo