Octex...Thank yuo for the Correction ! :)
There is a large pile of the fruit up the street a block or so. Messy when you run over them!
Three houses up the street from where I grew up in a new housing area of SW Dallas TX in the ‘40-’50s, there was a line of those “horse apple” trees that ran for several miles N and S through the area. Some even still had some pieces of barbwire embedded. They served as property lines for the ranchers and farmers who owned the land before.
We kids built platforms and treehouses in the trees. When the green fruit dropped, we would compete to see who could roll them like bowling balls the farthest down our paved street.