The view from the top of Enchanted Rock with a rainwater pool in the foreground. We used to climb this pink granite batholith every spring about this time before Mr. B. came along. Stopped because the B&Bs we stayed at in Fredericksburg didn’t allow children under age ten or so. But we should start driving down for the day and making the climb again, and I expect we will later this month. Favorite thing up there is the plaque for Texas Ranger Jack Hays who fought off a band of Commanche one morning in 1841 with a rifle and two five-shooters. The Commanche supposedly were afraid of the rock because of the cracking noises it made when cooling in the evening–hence the name enchanted.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
I’m not familiar with the place or the Jack Hays incident – I’d be willing to bet that the Comanches weren’t afraid of the rock, though.
Too bad there is no way to settle it. The bet, I mean.
The Hays story at the second link shows the Commache ascended the rock to get to him, but he drove them off. I suspect they were afraid of the place to some degree. Elsewise they would have been more successful. There’s plenty of cover on it for attackers. These were superstitious people. They were afraid of owls, for instance, which they thought to be powerful magicians in disguise.