People still talked about how he reportedly stood on a hilltop and held off the twister of ’65, the one that laid waste to a good bit of the surrounding countryside. Even those who didn’t believe for a minute that the tornado had altered course for any supernatural reason respected him for his courage.

As a result, Bull was one of the rare few community members respected by natives and Anglos alike. And it would be lying to say he didn’t cultivate that reputation a little; why else would he serve as deacon for the local Methodist church while at the same time acting as medicine man to those who sought it?

To be honest, people had always been a little sketchy on the details of his biography. But when conflict arose between the two sides of East Street, as it always did, Bull was one of the few with the respect to defuse things.