At one time the Saddle Club was a mill used to grind the local wheat into flour. It is said that a local farmhand was courting the Miller's daughter, but the Miller did not approve. One day he discovered the couple making love and was so enraged he threw the lad across the mill, only to die under the huge stone grinding wheels.

His ghost has been seen by patrons and staff to this day, and the twisted tree is said to hold the spirit of the doomed young lovers....