Mahylon Greer had a beer joint in Okay, Oklahoma. Just down the road from h is bar was a two-story, log cabin styled, whore house, also owned by Mahylon.  Everyone knew it, the Sheriff knew it, the District Attorney, knew it, and chose not to do anything about it.  So the Troopers put up with the assorted crimes and DUI’s associated with those types of business in a town of less than 200 people, all of them knew it as well.

After several years Mahylon started cooking BBQ.  He had been a Mess Sergeant in the National Guard and knew how to cook.  I’m told it was pretty good BBQ too.

A few more years go by, and the Log Cabin caught fire and burned to the ground.  The owner collected a large check from Jake at State Farm. Okays, fire truck could not be started that night, something to do with a coil wire, I’m told.

Jim Sanders owned the Ford Dealership in Wagoner, and a finer man is not to be found in Wagoner County. They closed up at noon on Saturday once and as I was driving by, Jim waved me in and said, “Hey, Trooper come on I’ll buy lunch.”  Good idea I thought.  When he got in the unit, old unit 97, he said let’s go to Mahylon’s and get some ribs.  “Jim, that is a stinking bar, I don’t frequent a lot of bars.”  “Oh,” he said, “in the day time, they make great ribs and hardly sell any beer and besides the Log Cabin is gone.”

Ok, I agreed.  Unit 97 at that time was a Plymouth black and white, with those 2 huge strobe lights attached to the roof.  I had raided that bar plenty of times when it was operating after hours, you know – kicked the door in and grabbed the drunks and run everyone else off.  Mahylon and I knew each other well.  When we arrived at the joint in Okay, I checked out on a bar raid, flipped the strobes on locked the car and went inside.  Jim was cracking up.  When Mahylon saw me, he looked at the back door expecting it to be kicked in any time.  I told him, “it’s OK but, I’m here to eat ribs, but I did leave the lights on so everyone would think I was raiding the joint.”  He went to the window and looked out and if looks could harm, Jim and I would be wounded. It didn’t.  

We ate some pretty good ribs and left in about 20 minutes.  Jim never asked to go to Okay with me again.

Not long after that, old Mahylon built a new log cabin in Muskogee, but it was only for BBQ and it is still making very good BBQ today on the East side of Muskogee.  Mahylon, died a few years ago, but his son Kenny, is running the business and doing a fine job.

‪Jim East an investigative of that era told me the following. I Wrote the story for the Tribune when the Log Cabin burned. Quoted a dispatcher as saying “The whore House is burning” No address needed. Duane Henry emailed from Brazil and wanted a copy of the article. PS: I was loyal to Slicks – until it burned down. Go figure.                        

‪Bud Smithson was my partner at that time, this is what his memory of Mahylon. I was called into troop C and met by the Captain, Lt and 2nd Lt and told in private that we were going to raid Mahlyon’s that afternoon and no Trooper but me was being told. Top secret not taking any chances on someone calling Mahylon and warning him, other troopers would be called in and leave from troop c and no one would be able to call him. I was driving through okay a couple hours later to troop c to gather up for the big raid and Mahylon flagged me down said if you will tell me how many troopers are coming on the raid at 2, I will have sandwiches made for them. I couldn’t help but to like Mahylon.

The other whore house was run by the aforementioned Duane, or Dane as some called him Henry.  He had been busted for pandering more time than one could count.  Never anything except a small fine if that.  Thanks, in part to a District Judge that was running a loan sharking business out of his judge offices.  

Dane, unlike Mahylon attracted the attention of the FBI, Racketeering, I think they call it.  Just prior to his arrest he was tipped by someone and decided to vacation in Belize, then later and finally, to Brazil, he liked it so well he stayed.  I heard of people who would ferry cash to him as he needed it.   I assume he stayed in close contact with family members.  His brother even bought a cemetery plot in a Muskogee cemetery and had a headstone made.  Put the date of birth but left off the date of death, as it had not happened yet.  The item that riled the local community was the symbols put on the headstone.  Two of those-chrome plated buxom girl figures like you would see on a semi-truck mud flap.  Since it was a Christian cemetery I guesssome Church-lady objected.  Never heard if they were removed or not.

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