I like this story about a poor widow and jesse james!

Jesse James and the Widow
retold by
S. E. Schlosser

One day, as Jesse James and his gang were riding through Missouri, they saw a farmhouse
and stopped to ask for something to eat. A widow lived there with three small children. She
didn’t have much in the house, but shared with them what she had.

It was while they were eating lunch that Jesse James noticed that something was bothering
this generous widow. He questioned her about it, and she broke down and told him her story.
The mortgage was due on the house that very day, and since her husband had died, she did not
have the money to pay it. Her landlord was not a generous man, and was sure to put her children
and herself out on the street.

“How much money do you need to pay the mortgage?” Jesse asked the widow.

“Fifteen hundred dollars,” the widow sobbed.

Jesse James took out his money bag, counted out $1500 dollars and presented it to the
widow.

“I can’t take this,” she protested, but Jesse James insisted she use the money to pay off the
mortgage.

“Just make sure you get a receipt,” he warned her, and she promised that she would. Then
he got a description of the man, and left with his gang.

Jesse James and his gang waited in the woods near the house until the man had collected his
money from the widow. Then they rode out onto the road and stole their money back from the
landlord.

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There once was a trapper who roamed the wilds of Labrador on a sleigh pulled by eight pure white Huskies. He was a tall man, dressed in layer upon layer of animal skins, who drove his team with a terrible ferocity across the frozen tundra.

The trapper was a cruel man, and the people in the local towns did not like him, though they tolerated his company when he came to town because of the rich animal skins he brought with him. When he came to a town, the trapper would sell his skins and then drink away his money at the local tavern. When he wasn’t drunk himself, the trapper assaulted the local women, picked fights with the hard-working townsmen, and tried to sell alcohol to the natives. After a few days of such behavior, the constable would toss the trapper out on his ear. Then the trapper would resume his roaming and trapping until he came to another town.

Know one knows exactly how the trapper met his fate, although it was rumored that he went a little too far in his pursuit of a local innkeeper’s fair wife and was shot to death by her disgruntled husband. Other folks say he lived to an old age and died out on the trail. But it swiftly became clear that death did not end the roaming of the cruel trapper.

Each winter, the trapper’s ghost roams the wilds of Labrador on a sleigh pulled by eight white Huskies. They say that his spirit was refused entry into heaven and remains forever in Labrador, atoning for the many sins he committed during his lifetime by helping lost travelers find their way home. Many a weary soul has looked up from their frantic circling to see a large sleigh pulled by white dogs coming toward them. If they follow it, they are led to safety.

Once a lost trapper found himself caught in a terrible blizzard, far from the nearest town. As he sought in vain to find a place to shelter from the storm, the phantom trapper appeared with his sleigh. Animal skins flapping in the raging wind and blinding snow, the phantom tenderly lifted the nearly-frozen man, placed him among the rugs on his sleigh, and drove the dying trapper to the nearest town. The phantom carried the man right into the inn, placed him gently on a chair by the door, summoned the innkeeper to care for the man, and then vanished right before the astonished innkeeper’s eyes.

You can read more Canadian folktales and ghost stories in Spooky Canada by S.E. Schlosser.