Original Work The Stuarts of Texas

Arriving back at camp, Dave dismounted and used the lariat to drag the condemned scum of a scout back to a tree and secured him there so he’d be easy to watch.

‘Well, at least supper wasn’t disturbed by any varmints.” Said Dave as he glanced at the skillet of salt port kept warm on the edge of the fire. “You know, this ain’t bad living right now. We’ve got hot pork, biscuits, and coffee, real coffee and it ain’t cold and raining or snowing, and we have a tarp to keep the morning dew off us” Dave said with a smile.

“Boy, it don’t take too much to keep you happy does it?” Asked Al

“Nope, and I’ll be even better off when I can get some of my Mama’s cooking inside me. Them dried apples, spices, and sugar is gonna make for some fine pies once we got home.” Stated Dave.

“Home huh” said Al quietly while looking down at his feet.

“It’s gonna be home for you too Al. You’ll love it there, nice and quiet when we ain’t tussling with the Comanche. And if you prefer farming to cattle, we’ve got the space for it. How are you at gardening?”

“Pretty damned good if I do say so myself. It really ain’t that much work compared to some of the stuff I’ve had to do. How many people are they to feed there?”

“No more than 20 people of so. It’s a pretty big spread an everybody keeps busy most of the time so one or two concentrating on the garden would be a good thing. Better n beans, and cornbread all the time.”

”Hummm, might not be too bad if the ground and tools are right. I’ll need to see the site and we could go from there.”

The prisoner started moaning, rolling around and kicking against his bonds. Dave walked over and used a foot to put him on his back. “OK stupid, this is your last chance. You lay still and quiet or else I’ll take some wood from the fire and burn your pizzel off with it. I don’t care how thirsty you are, or how badly you foul yourself, if you cause any more trouble, you’re gonna die screaming. Now shut up!” Dave said as he delivered a kick to his thigh. The man glared pure hatred at Dave but made no further sounds or movement.

DOING A COMPLETE REWRITE FOR THIS LOWER SECTION as what I had intended would not have been logical for their current situation.

Walking back to the fire, Dave said to Al; “Ok, we have a decision to make. He has to die, but do we want to be the ones to do it? I personally don’t have the stomach for what he deserves, but he has to receive at least some sort of justice for his crimes, and I know someone that is more than willing to handle the problem for us.

Looking doubtful Al asked “Who”

“The Comanche replied Dave. All we have to do is send the invite and they will come running while we get away in the dark. It ain’t fool proof, but it should work.

Al paled and looked back and forth from their prisoner and Dave. “Son, that is a mighty foul deed. I know what the Indians did back in my Grand Pappy’s day, and I hear they don’t rate much against these Texas Comanche. That is some serious stuff!”

“I agree with you, but given what we’re dealing with we either have to kill him or leave him for the Comanche.”

“Son, I can’t do it, and will be disappointed in you if you can. You’ve shown a lot of decency on our trip, and this will ruin you. Please don’t do it.” Al pleaded.

Looking at the old man pleading for a show of mercy Dave’s heart softened. He did care what Al thought of him and did not want to spoil their friendship, so he relented. “Ok, you win, but he IS going to hang, and I’ll do the deed. Let’s eat while we have the time.”

The two men attacked their supper and finished the coffee.

“We still have some daylight so we can get in a few miles before we make a dry camp. This is how we will have to travel until we reach our ranch. Even the Comanche don’t track in the dark for the most part, so we will have at least a couple of miles head start every day. That and we’ll be changing direction a lot so they don’t get ahead of us and wait for us to walk right into their lap.”

“Sounds like you’ve done this a time or two youngun.”

“Yup! Let’s saddle up and get ready to go.”

“What about him?” Asked Al indicating their prisoner.

“He won’t be going with us, and we can use the extra horse.” Replied Dave.

The two men saddled their horses, and used the Yankee’s horse as a pack animal keeping anything useful from the Yankee’s pack and leaving the rest.

“Them boots are almost new, and look to be almost your size. He won’t be needing them in any case.” Said Dave.

Al shuddered and shook his head no, so Dave removed the boots and belt and stored them one the pack horse.

Jerking the condemned man to his feet Dave began to drag him toward a nearby Live-oak tree with a handy branch. The man began thrashing and fighting back as best he could until Dave drew his sap and smacked him behind the ear felling him with a thud. Moving swiftly, Dave removed the lariat that had been used as a restraint then dabbed the loop over the unconscious man’s head and threw the remainder over the limb and secured it to another smaller limb. “There, now all we have to do is wait for him to revive for the last time and stand him on his feet.”

After about 10 minutes Al said. “We’re losing daylight.”

Dave walked to his horse and removed a canteen. Then moving to the prostrate Yankee, he poured a small amount into his face. Nothing, so Dave poured again and the man sputtered awake. “Get him up.” Said Dave and both men hauled the condemned to his feet. While Al held him upright, Dave moved over to the rope and took up the slack until the man stood flat on his bare feet. “Al, go ahead and mount up and move the horses into the brush and I’ll be right along shortly.” Said Dave.

Al did as requested and Dave turned to the groggy criminal. “At an official hanging, the rope is moved to the side of the head to painlessly snap the neck of the condemned. You ain’t that lucky. When we hang regular rustlers, murderers, and the like, we pull the horse out from under them and they dance on the end of the rope. But, in consideration of your past and future crimes, you still ain’t that lucky. I’m going to bring you up on the tips of your toes so you can relieve the pressure on your neck somewhat. You’ll live as long as you can manage to stand like that. For your crimes, I wanted to signal the Comanche and let them have you, but my friend has too delicate of a stomach for that, so this is what you get. Again, I’d rather let you die screaming, but I like the guy so you get this mercy.”

Stepping away to the branch tied rope, Dave hauled the condemned man up on the balls of his feet and then secured the rope. Taking up a stick, he scratched a few symbols into the dirt then tossed the stick. Then walking away Dave commented, “I sure hate wasting a good lariat on a snake like you.”

Dave walked into the cedar brush quickly finding Al then mounted up and rode away intending on adding at least another two to three miles before they slept for the night.

Raging Bull had sat hidden in the brush about fifty yards away viewing the proceedings of the white men. They were acting very strangely even for whites, it was a most curious thing. Once the two men had disappeared into the brush, Raging Bull sat for a while listening to see if this was some sort of trap. Circling the camp and finding none he returned to the Blue Coat tied to the tree. The man was fully conscious and terrified at the sight of the Comanche war chief. Shaking, crying, and wetting himself like a child Raging Bull considered him a total coward. Disgusting!!! Moving around to the side where one of the whites had been scratching in the ground he found the message that had been left in Comanche sign. Murder, thief, rapist of children, coward, and a clan sign that the whites marked their cattle with - G. Ah, he is one of the clan having a treaty with The People. That is one white man that spoke the truth. Thought Raging Bull. With the Gray Riders gone the Blue Coats are what we have to look forward to.

Walking over to the camp fire Raging Bull nodded with approval. It was hidden from observation and what little smoke generated was dispersed by the tree branches overhead. And from a short distance the location of the fire would go unnoticed. This man was experienced in the wild. Everything he did indicated that. I will abide by his wishes, even though I think some cactus pads under his feet would be interesting. Thought Raging Bull.

Looking at the blubbering man on the rope, Raging Bull spat in his face and then turned and disappeared into the woods. This area needs to be burned off by next year or the water guzzling juniper would turn the place into a desert.

 

It had been dark for nearly two hours when Al and Dave silently made camp in a small grove of cedar trees, after having avoided nicer looking places that the oak trees had provided because of the ticks that would shower down on them.

“Which watch to you prefer?” Asked Dave.

“I’ll take the second one since I never sleep the whole night thru anyways.” Replied Al

“Ok, wake me in three hours, and I’ll take over.” Dave then spread out his canvas tarp and laid down asleep in just a few minutes.

The watches passed uneventfully, and at daylight, the men ate the last of the eggs and biscuits, saddled up and continued their journey thru the western part of Texas. There had been plenty of rain the previous two years, and the land was filled with wildlife of all sorts, deer, quail, turkey, unlimited rabbits, along with some bison, bear, and mountain lions. Small creeks had plenty of fish and provided an abundance of water for men, horses and wildlife. Al marveled at the natural beauty and bounty of the area, understanding why so many people wanted to come here, and why the Indians defended it so fiercely. I would too. thought Al.

“Boy, this is some beautiful country! I figured most of the stories I’d heard were hogwash, but this is far better than I was told. This is a paradise this side of Heaven. Is y’alls ranch land like this?”

“Pretty much, a little drier in the summer, and it has a little less Comanche traffic than this area here. A 12 year old could easily survive here is he had sense enough to prepare for winter. It does get cold at times.”

 

“From here out, we’d best keep the shotguns handy for close work. We’ll have more time to let them drop on their tethers and draw the rifles than the other way around. We are nowhere near our ranch so we don’t enjoy the safety of our agreement with the Comanche. Besides, they move around a lot, and if we run into a band that we hold no agreement with, we will have a serious fight on our hands. Best to avoid killing any if it can be avoided, as they have long memories and will want to avenge the death of relatives and friends, even if they are the ones that started the fight.”

“So y’all’s agreement only holds with a certain group and not the tribe as a whole?” Asked Al.

“Yeah, that is pretty much it. There are probably close to 30,000 Comanche in Texas and on the Great Plains, and they migrate over 1,000 miles twice a year following the buffalo herds, which are their primary means of survival. They get everything they need from the buffalo, and trade or raid for anything else including honor, prestige, and captives. They are extremely tough, cunning, and relentless warriors, and are very difficult to kill. Best avoided whenever possible.”

“Do they ever want to talk?” Asked Al.

“Yes, on occasion.”

“How do you know what they’re gonna do?”

“They will let you know with either an arrow or attack, if they wish to talk, they will show themselves and we will proceed cautiously. They’re notional, and you don’t always know what they’ll do until they do it.”

Both men rode with their heads on a swivel, paying close attention to their surroundings both near and far. Two days further out, Dave spotted smoke signals on a bluff about 10 miles away. Three series of three puffs of smoke. A warning, and maybe a come here quickly signal. Hard to tell as so many signals were decided just prior to any sort of raid or action. With a worried look Al turned to Dave for direction. Dave sat still on his horse for another moment looking South, West, and East. After a short time he swore and told Al. “We will have to swing at least 20 to 40 miles north. I saw mirror signals from the East and the west just about where we would have been heading.”

“How much danger are we in?” Al asked.

“Maybe some, maybe a lot. We won’t know until a bit further on. Keep your guns handy as we will be heading thru the heavier brush north of here before we turn west. I know of a couple of caves that we can hold up in for a short while and keep out of site. I’m sure the Comanche know of them too, and they will check if they are seriously hunting us or someone else. We will move slowly and not raise any dust, and do some night traveling as before only now we have to be even more careful at it.”

“Well at least we won’t run into any of them at night since they are afraid to fight at night.” Said Al.

“Them eastern tribes may be afraid to fight at night, but you can bet your life that the Comanche are not. They will fight any time and anywhere they feel like it. Let’s get moving.”

Meanwhile, on the Houston docks.

Union soldiers, and longshoremen watched the French ship towed into it’s berth at the dock and begin to unload cargo and a rather stuffy looking French family that babbled constantly while looking rapidly about pointing out things of interest. One man that carried a travel trunk clumsily was awarded a kick in the pants by the oldest child, a boy and a tirade of French beratement. The family laughed as did the captain Jean Pierre who added in his bit commentary. Unbeknown to the Yankee officials the man was in on the act and had been paid a couple of Francs for his trouble.

The Stuarts had arrived safely in Texas, and would soon be traveling westward to New Braunfels hopefully to arrange a meeting with the German settlers and soon after the Comanche Indians.

 

The Germans!? Why would Col. Stuart want to meet with the Germans? They weren't the most enthusiastic or loyal of Confederates. I guess we'll find out soon.

 

No, they weren’t. In fact some of them had to be hanged for their pro-union activities.

 

Trying something new here, let me know what you think.

Dave: We’ll move North by Northwest following the timber, and trying to stay at least deep enough in to conceal our movements. Keep your eyes and ears open for anything that might indicate people.

Al sat still for a moment staring at the ground then dismounted and stepped back to the pack horse and removed his haversack and pulled out something looking like a horn. Moving back to Dave he handed the item to him.

Al: That is my mother’s ear trumpet. So far I ain’t needed it yet, but I’m wondering if it might come in handy since we’re tippy toeing around so to speak.

Taking the brass horn in hand Dave closely inspected the device then turned his head about until he heard some birds singing. Then, placing the small end in his ear he turned the open end toward the singing birds. The noise was amplified to an appreciable degree bringing a smile to his face.

Dave; Oldtimer, I’d have never thought of this, glad you did. All the cannon fire did effect my hearing a might even though I wasn’t near them when they fired for the most part. This will be a great help, especially at night when we can’t see anything anyway. Between my spy glass and the binoculars we just bought, we’ve improved our chances. Glad you brought it.

Al: I really hadn’t thought we’d need it, but it was about the only thing other than a bible that she left me. I guess in a way, she’s still looking after me.

Dave: I agree. We’d best get moving.

Al remounted and the men slowly moved north, keeping to the trees and low places to avoid advertising their presence. They only stopped to keep their mounts watered whenever they crossed a stream or watering hole. Finally, about an hour from sundown they stopped when Dave found a good place with some grass for the animals hidden in the trees.

Dave: Al if you’ll set up a small fire and get the coffee going, I’ll take a look ahead then swing around and check our back trail. Might surprise somebody. Better them than me. He said as he eased the mule forward. The animal was a lot more trail wise after the weeks of moving cross country and had sensed from Dave’s cautionary stops and movements that he needed to be careful. His big ears were constantly moving around to pick up any hint of movement, especially of horses and jangling equipment of the type armies used. He had no use for anything military after his stint of involuntary service.

Moving forward close to half a mile then back around to the east then south Dave managed to search the area and used the ear trumpet to locate and avoid trees where birds were gathered and making noise. He had no desire to spook them up and betray his presence to unwanted people. This was wild country, untamed by white men, so there was plenty of game about. Deer and small game mostly, but he saw cougar tracks twice and the rear end of a departing black bear as the animal slippped away. A small heard of eight bison was to the east of them, and continued to graze as Dave passed by keeping his distance. Two of the creeks he passed had native bass, panfish, and turtles, but he did not disturb any of them.

Finally easing up to within two hundred yards Dave dismounted and listened to see if he could hear Al at the camp. Nothing, so he moved closer. Still nothing, so he moved up to within fifty yards, and while he could smell the fire, he heard nothing until one of the horses stamped a foot. Dead give away, but horses always did that. Reaching back Dave knocked on his rifle stock a couple of times then moved into camp. Al was nowhere to be seen. The coffee bag was open and by the fire with the boiling pot, but no Al. Dave casually moved his hand toward one of the Remingtons then Al spoke, stopping his hand.

Al: You was so quiet, I thought we might be getting some unwelcome company. Figured it best to step out of the picture just in case.

Al lowered the shotgun hammers and Dave smiled and nodded at his steady gaze.

Dave: You’re learning. Let’s get some coffee then light a shuck.

 

The men had just about finished up their coffee and a couple of hardtack pieces each when Dave looked down at the ground while Al was softly talking. Noticing this Al stopped talking and would have moved but Dave said “Freeze. Keep talking and do not look around, just focus on me.” Al followed directions and began talking some nonsense about starting a garden at the ranch and stealthily slipped the rawhide thong off the hammer of his right hand Colt. The speech never varied droning on while Dave just looked at him and shook his head and let out a low laugh then turned to sit with his back against the tree. Still looking at Al in apparent total concentration he smiled but began to take in the surrounding scenery. After a few moments of this Dave finally caught a small movement a good distance away. He was soon rewarded by a small bird landing near the suspicious spot which promptly took off with a chirp and left the area. Confirmation, and it had to be an Indian, or some other threat.

“Laugh when I point a finger at you, and I will too.” Said Dave. Finger pointed and laugh received, Dave spoke again. “Alright, don’t look around at all. We are being observed and I don’t know who they are. Probably an Indian, but don’t know for sure. We’re going to move on like we always do once the coffee is finished because we don’t want them to know we are on to them. Just continue to act normal and do what we always do.”

“Understood. Will we travel all night or stop?”

“If we are close enough to the river, and I think we are, we will stop on the far side and camp there after moving a safe distance.”

“How did you know he was there? I never heard a thing.”

“The wind changed and I smelled him or them. A lucky break, as he never made a sound.”

“How is this going to affect us?”

“It will slow us down until we decide to evade or eliminate our company, and that is in their hands. I’ll settle this by tomorrow night if possible. No sense dragging it out.”

“And if we’re outnumbered?”

“We do what we have to. Our lives are at least as important as theirs, and they will get to make the decision.I don’t kill unless I have to, but if I have to….”

The men moved off being as careful as possible, but knowing they were leaving a trail that any Indian or plainsman could easily follow. Within two hours they heard the river cascading over a short falls. It was fast enough to mitigate the water moccasin problem appreciably and not too deep to ford. After allowing the animals to drink and filling their canteens and bellies, the two found a short step off on their side and seeing a gravel patch on the other, Dave and Al crossed quietly then stopped while Dave hand smoothed the gravel to help conceal their passage. In the daylight, it would be obvious, but at night it might work.

Moving away from the riverine vegetation, Dave selected a camp in the middle of a large open space.

“We should see anyone coming at us here, but we still have to keep a careful watch tonight in shifts. No matter what, we have to be moving before dawn. Every time you get up, take a drink and relieve yourself. Less chance of being caught short. We will loosen the chinches and let the animals take a breather, then it’s back to tight chinches, boots on, and ready to ride at a moments notice. Shotguns and pistols if we have to start shooting.”

“I’m starting to appreciate shotguns and pistols more every day. Not much use back east, but here you can’t leave nothing behind.”

“Amen Brother” replied Dave. He then settled down for a short rest then after half an hour Dave arose and tightened all chinches then turned to Al.

“I’ll let you sleep for an hour or two then wake you for your turn. How long depends on how quiet it is.”

Al silently nodded then lay on the bare ground using a flat stone for a pillow and laid the shotgun across his chest and was soon asleep.

Two hours passed slowly with Dave watching all horizons from a low to the ground position so as to silhouette any movement toward their position. He kept close on the animals also as their hearing and night sight both better than any humans could be. Twice Socrates raised his head to peer into the darkness and twitched his ears nervously. Likely a predator but Dave was still alert. After checking his watch, Dave awoke Al with “It’s your turn, and we should’ve check our watches to make sure they’re still together, might be important.”

“I didn’t understand why you bought me this expensive watch, the sun was always good enough for me. Now I get it.”

“When we take a break at noon tomorrow, assuming we can, I want to work on your pistol presentation. You need to get better, and I need to stay in practice.”

“Won’t that be kinda noisy and draw attention?”

“Nope, we ain’t shooting, we’re just practicing presentation.”

 

Dave and Al walked their mounts into the clearing a bit after high noon and sat their mounts for a few minutes as was their habit to accustom themselves to the sights and sounds of whatever location they were at. Then both men dismounted and gave their mounts a drink from the water bags, loosened the cinches, and tied them in the trees with plenty of shade.

Then, handing Al one of the captured and unloaded Colts, he said. “Here, I want you to practice aiming this at that white rock over there. Align the sights then raise your head and see where the front sight is pointing. It will look like the target raises, but it doesn’t. You can confirm this by lowering your head to see both sights and this confirms that you are aiming correctly. Do this several times.”

After Al had done this ten times Dave stepped up and said, “That’s good, now you need to hang the pistol down at your side like it is in the holster, there perfect. Now, make like you are drawing and slowly bring it up to eye level. Repeat this several times.”

Al did so and started to get the hang of pointing the Colt. “This seems to work alright. The Colt is balanced and points real well. “

“That it does, said Dave. you’re going to be doing this for a hour every day until you get the hang of it. Once you are presenting well we’ll start you shooting and also get you a hide out gun. Right now, put that Colt in your holster. I want you to slowly remove the pistol from the holster, keeping your trigger finger outside the trigger guard, cock it and make sure it is pointed again at that white rock over there. Don’t pull the trigger, just align the sights.”

Dave watched Al and analyzed his every movement when drawing seeing where Al need correction or direction and eliminating any wasted or improper movement. After a few minutes Dave noticed that Al was starting to tire from the training and called a halt. “You’re not doing too badly Al. Take a break and then we’ll work on your left hand draw.”

“My left hand?!?! I’m right handed, my right is my strong hand, and all this practice has got me tired as it is. I don’t see no need for that, besides, my weapon is a shotgun or maybe a rifle. Never had no use for a pistol!”

Chuckling Dave shook his head at Al. “My friend, when I finish with you, you won’t have a strong or weak side. You’ll be able to shoot equally well with both hands. Where we’re headed you have to keep a pistol or two on you at all times. It is a dangerous land and time. A man has to be able to shoot well at all times to do well for his family, friends, and himself, no two ways about it. Until then keep that shotgun close at hand even when armed with pistols. Now, let’s eat.”

Al nodded wearily resigning himself to daily firearm practice and working on his mindset, determined to hold up his end of the job at hand. After more training on his left side, the men remounted and continued northward skirting the danger area to the south and west. The going was slow and both were very watchful searching for any sign of trouble or people. They had covered almost 15 miles that day, which was pretty good time considering how careful they were being. Plenty of game animals and streams were seen by the men, and Al began to want some fresh fish… nothing doing as the area was dangerous. An hour before sundown, they came to a running creek loaded with clear water and let their mounts drink their fill then Al refilled all canteens and water bags while Dave kept scanning for threats. He did not like stopping along a straight line of water as they might be spotted, but there was no help for it. At least there were plenty of trees offering concealment. “Drink all you can hold, and afterward I will do the same.”

Al did so, then held the reins while Dave laid down and drank deeply. Then, Dave dunked his head under the water and scrubbed as much dirt and dust away as soapless water could. Raising his head and wiping water from his eyes, Dave started to lower his head again and stopped cold. A piece bark slowly drifted by followed a few seconds later by more, then granular of sand began to appear, and Dave sprang to his feet and hissed, “We have to move now!!! We’ve got company.” Taking his reins from Al. He pushed the older man toward his horse “MOVE!” He hissed again and mounted up. The two men moved rapidly across the stream and into the tree line just barely missing being seen by the line of men walking their horses down the stream. Socrates raised his tail to relieve himself and Dave smacked him just above the tail with a cupped hand causing the mule to clamp down with his tail and not leave any road apples in the immediate area. That would have been a dead giveaway away to anyone on the trail behind them. Too late in the day to die for something like that. Thought Dave. They covered a hundred yards before he allowed Socrates any relief.

“What did you see? I didn’t hear or see anything!” Whispered Al.

“Disturbed water, bark floating in otherwise clear water and sand grains rolling down the creek bottom with a bit of disturbed silt. Clear signs of someone or something moving thru the water. This time it was people. You continue to straight west for at least half a mile before you stop assuming there is plenty of good concealment. I’ll be along shortly, as I have to know who and what is in the area.”

Dave replaced his boots with moccasins then Al moved off slowly with all the animals. Armed only with two Remington 1858’s and two Colt ‘51 Navies, Dave began to pick his way back toward the creek to get as close as he dared and froze in place when he heard a man cough. After what seemed an eternity, the man moved a few yards then remounted his horse and rode back toward the creek. Stepping out for a view, Dave saw that it was a Mexican. Not abnormal at all, but this one was armed to the teeth with two Colts, a large knife with a machete mounted on the saddle with a rifle scabbard and a shotgun tied to the saddle horn of the Mexican saddle. His head turned revealing the face of a vicious brute, certainly no common vacarro like Dave was accustomed to working with. Dave silently crept as close to the creek as he dared.

Watching the men, he saw a very rough crew and that they were concealing their trail by moving in the creek. All of them were hardened heavily armed men of white and Hispanic ancestry which didn’t necessarily mean anything, but for the scalps tied to their horse reins. Comanchero! If they looked the wrong way or left the creek early, then they’d see the trail left by Dave and Al. With the two Remingtons and four spare loaded cylinders and the two Colts, Dave had forty six rounds to fire at this group. He hoped it were enough if he had to start shooting.

 

Raging Bull lay in the brush watching the Comancheros parade down the creek and held them in utter disgust. Vile wretches! He thought. Unlike many others, he refused to trade with these mangy dogs. Cowards, and not a real man among them! Perhaps I should trail them and take a few scalps tonight. No, their scalps have less value than a skunk’s pelt. Still, I might kill them anyway, that would be fun.

Raging Bull waited until the Comanchero had stumbled past his hide and was about to leave when he caught a slight movement. Looking closer, he saw that it was the white from the camp site. Grinning gleefully, Raging Bull thought; How funny it would be if I counted coup by shooting him in the butt with a blunt arrow just to watch him jump with surprise!!! He then removed an unfinished arrow from the quiver and began nocking it to the string when the white stopped moving and began to stare in his direction. I made no sound how could he know?!?!

Looking thru the foliage from the other side of the creek Dave saw nothing but knew he was being watched. Moving nothing but his eyes, Dave slowly scanned the far side of the creek noticing nothing until an eye appeared as if by magic. It stared right at him and they both sat silent, unmoving for a moment.

He has me! This one is a worthy opponent and I bet not many have survived an encounter with him. Maybe I will be the lucky one! He then thought back to his three wives and six sons. If I’m not there to properly raise them who will? No, it would not do for his sons to be raised by a lesser man, by some minor warrior. I will have some fun and see what this white will do. Looking down, Raging Bull found a small rock and tapped out the first clicks of Shave and a haircut leaving the last off. He had seen white youngsters do this several times at play. The eye on the other side blinked but the man did nothing. Raging Bull signaled again tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,….

Realizing what his opponent wanted Dave returned the tap, tap, using two pistol barrels than stepped into view. If he wanted a fight Dave would give it to him or them. Seeing this Raging Bull stood and walked to an opening and said in Spanish; I thought I might shoot you in the ass with this blunt arrow to see how high you could jump, but I see you are almost as good as one of The People in the woods. No coup count for Raging Bull this day. Are you and the old one on your way to your home on the river 15 days from here?

“Yes we are, we come a long way from the east to reach home. Though not related, I bring this elder with me as the blue coats were mistreating him at his home.”

“And they agreed to this?”

“No, they did not agree. I am teaching him the ways of Texas as we travel along, so he will have a decent life in my home and be useful by farming and the like. We mostly run cattle.”

“Yes, I am aware of your family. My uncle was there when the treaty was made. You have kept your word. I am Raging Bull of the Standing Rock, and you?”

“I am David Glass. Oldest son of Samuel Glass. Are we at peace?”

“Yes, I am traveling that way also, my clan is camped further north on the river. I might be convinced to travel with you IF you have coffee for the trip” Raging Bull smiled.

“That we do. Your company will be appreciated as long as you don’t fart worse than our mule.”

Raging Bull laughed out loud then said, “I will return with my pony.”

 

“I will meet you at our camp and ensure there is sufficient coffee tonight.”

Raging Bull nodded and slipped into the trees to his waiting pony. Riding forward to the camp he considered David Glass. Does he trust me? I hope not, that would be disappointing to find him so careless. As he entered the camp he noticed that David and the old man were speaking animatedly with the old one waving his hands about. Clearly not a warrior, but maybe still willing to fight. We will see.

“OK Al, we only have a moment so listen closely. We have a Comanche war chief headed this way. I know for a fact that he speaks fluent Spanish, better in fact than I do, so he may well speak at least passable English. Be careful what you say, but when you speak, especially to him look him in the eye, and always speak the truth with no back down. His name is Raging Bull. Be respectful but not awed by his presence or you will receive little to no respect from him. He is an impressive man, and has been a warrior since his early teens.”

“Do you trust a savage that you just met, or do you already know him?”

“Just met him but he is up and forward, and no I do not trust him. Not that he has ill intents, but he could just be curious and once he is satisfied could easily turn and kill us. I don’t think he will, but neither of us knows. Watch him without being obvious or seeming fearful. They have no use for a coward. Make sure there is plenty of coffee for tonight as I promised him some. He probably don’t like pork, so don’t offer him none.”

At that moment Raging Bull rode into the clearing.

“Ah, the coffee smells good. I have not had real coffee in almost two years. The war being what is was, I had to make do with parched mesquite beans. My woman does well with what she has.” He finished, then stepped down from his pony and walked toward Al and the campfire. “I am Raging Bull, what do they call you”

“I’m Al, just Al.”

“OK Al Just Al I have some Pemmican on my pony that will help with a meal.”

“We have some jerky and sardines to go along with some camp bread.” Said Al in English.

Raging Bull looked at David for a translation with raised eyebrows, and David gave it to him.

The men settled down and began to divide up the coffee and rations that were available. After they finished, they all leaned back and enjoyed their coffee.

Just as they could just barely see, David said. “We normally break camp right about now and move a few miles before we bed down for the night.”

“That is a good practice, and will help you live a longer life. Right now , I am the only Indian around for a days ride as far as I know. The band that sent smoke signals are headed south and east. Our only enemies in this area are three blue coats that are out scouting for what they can steal from the Texas families. They pose little to no threat.”

“We have blue coats around here? Have they caused any trouble?” Asked Dave.

“Just stealing from women who have no man to protect them. Scavengers from what I could see. Why?”

“I’m still at war with them. They will ruin Texas and cause great harm.”

“Like the whites did with us?”

“Exactly. I will do what I can to cause them trouble.”

“They are less than a days ride from us now. I can lead you to them if you wish. “

“Yes, that would be good. How long do you think it will take?”

“By tomorrow tonight we will know where they camp. You may attack them then, or later at your pleasure.”

“OK then, we ride in the morning…. After coffee.”

Raging Bull smiled like a wolf.

 

By dawn David and company were in the saddle with Raging Bull leading the way. He rode boldly thru the easily traveled open areas and skirting the dense areas at a walking speed for the horses that would not tire them out. There was no reason for stealth as this was Comanche country and he was a war chief. A wandering band might stop for a talk, but none would dare challenge Raging Bull for any reason. Very polite questions might be asked, but no foolishness would be tolerated. Twice during the day, Raging Bull stopped and intently watched open areas in nearby valleys then moved on without comment. David watched those areas also but only saw dust of movement once a few miles away.

Coming to one of the many creeks in the area at just past noon, the men stopped to water their horses and take a break from the saddle. Al produced a bag of jerky, offering their guide some and it was politely accepted. David poured cold coffee from a canteen reserved for that purpose into each man’s cup and they softened their hard tack with that and slowly chewed the jerky.

Raging Bull remarked, “I am going to get fat eating like this all the time.”

David grinned and said. “Well, I suppose you might starve yourself for a few days at the ranch before you continue on to your clan’s campsite on the river.”

Raging Bull returned “Hummmmp! We will be catching up with the blue coats by the time the sun reaches there,” he said pointing to a place in the sky that would be near 3PM.

Rinsing the cups in the creek Dave stood for a moment surveying the area and remarked. “Sure is nice here. If I didn’t need to catch up with those soldiers, I’d be inclined to stay a spell for some hunting and fishing.” He then mounted up and Raging Bull led the way out of the area.

Almost two hours later Raging Bull signaled a stop. Then, easing his pony forward he began to scan the ground more intently than before. Less than one hundred yards out he stopped, looked to the west then backed his pony up behind a tree and signaled the two white men forward. As they closed the distance, David could see where the grass had been pushed down in a long trail thru an open area. Clearly, the soldiers were very careless in their traveling habits. Raging Bull nodded his head to the left and David could see the three union soldiers riding three abreast talking loudly and leaving a trail that even a city boy could follow.

“Do you want to take them now or wait?” Asked Raging Bull.

“We’ll wait and get them in the morning on the trail. I need to pick a place where they will to veer north or south so the sun will not be in my eyes or theirs either.”

Al and Raging Bull looked at each other then at David quizzically. “I can see why you’d not want the sun in your eyes, but why not theirs? The war chief nodded in agreement then gazed at David.

“Other than killing sentry’s, I’ve never murdered anyone, and don’t plan to. They will see me standing in front of them in plain view and they will have a fair chance… not that it will matter. I’ll be in my Confederate uniform so this will be an act of war, as I never took their damned pledge. I can do this without conscience as they will try to arrest me or maybe even hang me for wearing the uniform.”

“Son the war is over, why would you take such a chance, and against three men to boot?” Asked Al

“The war ain’t over because they’re still prosecuting it. You’ve seen what they’re doing to Confederate veterans, trumped up charges, out and out thefts, even starved some to death. It ain’t human to be doing these things just because we didn’t want them to continue riding roughshod over us. I’ll quit when they quit, but not until.” Stated David.

“There will be honor in the way you deal with these dogs, not that they deserve it. I would kill them in their sleep and take everything they own. They are not warriors and do not deserve to be treated as such. I would like to watch it though.” Said Raging Bull.

“Both of you will be able to view the killing. I will even let them draw first to make it fair.” Finished David.

Raging Bull nodded with a smile and led off on (as he thought of it) the mile wide path of destruction the three soldiers had left behind.

Early the next morning David wearing his Confederate jacket and pants rode out ahead of his two companions leading the way to the union camp where they watched from a short distance as the three white trash soldiers ate a leisurely breakfast then packed up and left the camp heading west towards Ft. McKavett. Riding down wind of the trio, David and the other two passed them without notice. A few miles further along, they found the wagon trail that would lead to the fort then followed it off to one side until they came to a small hill that the trail bent to avoid before continuing on.

“This looks like the perfect place, reckon I’ll wait for them right over there.” Stated David pointing to a very open area.

“You sure about this son? It’s not something you have to do.” Said Al

“Yes, it is something that I have to do. It won’t be the last time either unless I am killed or captured.” Said David calmly. “These two Remingtons are really good guns, so I have little to worry about.”

“Maybe you ought to use one of these shotguns. I saw how handy you are with them back east when you went deer hunting. Might give you an edge.” Offered Al

“I don’t need an edge with the likes of them. It ain’t like I’m fighting someone like Raging Bull here.” Replied David.

The Indian replied with dancing eyes. “I have seen the destruction these weapons did to Indians, and bandits when used by the Texas Rangers. I would not mind seeing a blue coat or two shot with one.”

David listened with amusement then replied. “Ok, as a favor to you two I will use the 10 Guage on them. Happy?”

Both spoke affirmative, so Dave took the 10 Ga shotgun from Al and replaced the dusty caps with fresh ones then dismounted and commented to Raging Bull. “In case I do fall, will you escort this old buzzard to my ranch? He’d never find it otherwise.”

Al bristled at the remark, but was at the same time fearful of what the Indian would do if David was no longer around.

Raging Bull replied solemnly “ It would be my honor to escort this rickety old buzzard safely to your ranch. You have my word of honor that it will be done. Should you fall, I will kill these skulking dogs and bury them at your feet and inform your family that you died a warriors death taking enemies with you. Should I take their scalps to your father?”

Al bristled at the added insults, and his eyes wildly snapped back and forth between the two younger men, and his mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out.

Raging Bull laughed softly then looked at David. “The old one still has some fire in him. We have an old woman in our tribe that is good with the love medicine. She makes an old man rut like a yearling buck, but sadly has killed three of our oldest men riding them in her teepee at night. I think this one might last a few weeks, but he would go happy and a lot skinnier.” Snickered Raging Bull.

Al turned purple and looked like he was having a fit. David laughed silently then managed to get out. “maybe we’d best not. Al looks like his head will explode any minute”

The hilarity of the moment was cut short by the sound of a horse hoof hitting a rock with a stumbling sound. The men dispersed and David walked to the center of the trail and waited with the shotgun in his hands. After a short while the three soldiers rounded the slight bend in the road and David came into full view. The men stopped and stared at the man in the road standing alone. In flagrant disregard of occupation law, he was wearing a Confederate cavalry uniform with sergeants stripes on the sleeves and was armed with a long arm and two pistols. Looking about nervously, the men tried to see if this was an ambush or some kind of trick. Seeing nothing, their hubris arose and their over confidence took over.

“Well boys would you look here, Christmas has come early! This fool is clearly afoot and probably thinks he can get a ride somehow. I guess he don’t know he’s gonna be riding a rope on one of these trees.”

The sergeant wasn’t as complacent as the two officers and kept looking around, being more nervous that he was seeing nothing. “Hey you! Lay down them weapons and advance and be recognized!” The figure didn’t move and just silently stood there staring at the three soldiers. “You ain’t supposed to be armed or wearing that uniform no matter what your excuse is!” No movement, just silent watchfulness.

“Let’s find out what he wants, then hang him.” Said the 2Lt.

Capt. Smith studied David for a moment then said. “I think that is a good idea, we havent hanged anyone in a couple of weeks. Let’s go.”

The union men walked their horses forward and closed to about twenty yards before stopping. They had thought the long arm to be a carbine of some sort, and were surprised and almost nauseous at the sight of the double barreled 10 Ga.

“What are you doing here you rebel b@$^@*d? Capt. Smith demanded.

David said nothing but insolently stared at the men and cocked his head to one side with a smile.

“Well, speak up you idiot! What are you doing here armed and wearing that uniform? Don’t you know that I can hang you for that? What kind of fool are you?” Demanded Capt. Smith.

“You blue bellies are trespassing on Confederate soil without permission. That is a hanging offense, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“I say that you’re going to be the one to hang!” Said Smith as he clumsily grabbed for his revolver. David let him clear the holster then gave him a chest full of 00 Buck and then shifted to the 2LT and gave him the other barrel. Both men fell from the saddle as David dropped the shotgun and drew both Remingtons then shot the sergeant in the chest twice as his pistol came into play. The one shot went wild and he fell from his horse with a foot locked in the stirrup and his body was dragged nearly fifty yards before Raging Bull caught the animal and stopped his terrified run.

David calmly used his bandana to wipe down the outside of both Remingtons before returning them to the holsters. Sauntering over to the two bodies he went thru their pockets finding some money in bills and change. Stuffing these in his pocket he continued searching and found a pocket knife and a sheath knife. The lieutenant had a dispatch bag over one shoulder. David pulled it free and checked the documents inside. Several were letters to union soldiers and he opened these looking for cash. Finding none, he found a document pouch addressed to the Union Colonel at Ft. McKavett. It contained letters of introduction for the three men and a notification of when the next supply wagon and payroll would be sent.

Raging Bull and Al walked up and both commented on how surprisingly fast David was drawing and shooting his pistols. He smiled and kept searching saddle bags and bodies. In the end, not much was found.

“Raging Bull. In two weeks there will be a supply train coming thru here from Waco. There will be some soldiers, but it will be carrying lots of food. No guns or ammo though as shipments were delayed due to a storm at sea.”

“We have no need of guns for the most part, they do not fit our style of fighting. Only good for hunting by weak men.”

“Well then, there are three horses, saddles, bed rolls, a couple of knives, and some food for you if you want them.”

“No, I did not earn them and cannot accept them.”

“Is it possible for me to send your sons two knives and these swords as a present from a man that respects their father?” David said earnestly.

Smiling, Raging Bull replied. “Yes my friend that is possible.”

 

On their last night in Houston Col. Stuart was coming back from arraigning passage to San Antonio then on to New Braunfels when he was accosted by two city policemen that were political appointees of the local carpetbagger government. It was a robbery attempt plain and simple, both men letting him know that he would be lucky to survive if he failed to pass over his wallet immediately. Col. Stuart knew that he was to be murdered regardless as he already knew about the previous robbery/murders that had occurred in the downtown Houston area. Faking cowardice to draw the two further into the alley Stuart backed deeper into the shadow of the already dark alley. Once there he nervously fumbled the wallet hand over and it fell to the ground at the robbers feet. The man looked down and never saw the Bowie that stabbed him in the throat. Stuart pivoted and swung the heavy blade and nearly decapitated the second man. Wiping the bloody blade on one man’s coat Stuart silently blessed Glass for the knife lessons he had been given. They had fit right in with the saber techniques he already knew, and were a great deal more silent than the two 1849 Colts he carried in shoulder holsters. Stuart returned to the hotel, and calmly entered the room with his family none the wiser.

Once inside he noticed a small smear of blood on his jacket, then cleaned it with some gin and changed into other clothes for dinner. The blood had been explained away as an accidental brushing against a man hauling an exposed bovine leg down the street, a common occurance.

The jolting stage coach ride wasn’t a pleasant one. Texas roads had not been well maintained during the war, and union army travel had not helped in any amount. Three coaches drove along the road toward San Antonio. Several union officers, businessmen,and carpetbaggers along with the Stuart family made up the entourage. Though slightly abnormal, it was not unheard of for more than one coach to take the road from Houston to San Antonio, then on to Austin. Another coach company handled the traffic to Waco and beyond.

There had been one close call when leaving Houston. Once the coaches had reached the outskirts of Houston, they were stopped by union soldiers and state policemen, most of the latter composed by former slaves that were anxious to get some payback along with whatever money they could get for drinking and whoring later on. As it turned out, one of the officers was a colonel with three feisty captains and the holdup was ended abruptly with threats of horse whipping and hanging. The cowardly thieves quickly backed away with many apologies. Col. Stuart watched them as the coaches rolled by knowing that if the Yankee officers had not been with them there would have been a shooting scrape.

After four days of slow bone jarring travel the coaches arrived in San Antonio and deposited the weary travelers at the stage station just a block from a decent hotel. Knowing his family needed a rest the Stuarts walked to the hotel and registered for a two day stay of rest before heading to New Braunfels.

 

After spending two noisey nights in San Antonio, or San An-Tone as the local anglos called it Col Stuart and family went to the local stage office with the tickets he had procured a day before. With luggage stacked on the wooden walk way, Samantha and the children sat on a bench and waited calmly and spoke in French whenever a union soldier began paying attention to them. Col. Stuart was talking to coach manager about road conditions between San Antonio and New Braunsfels, and any Indian or bandit trouble that might be on the road. As they spoke, a slim young Hispanic man gracefully stepped onto the sidewalk, smiled and tipped his hat to Samantha with practiced ease. He then moved to the window next to the Colonel and requested a ticket for one to New Braunsfels.

The clerk started to refuse the service but saw a ten dollar bill in the young vaqueros hand and thinking to make a profit because he was dealing with an illiterate Mexican, told the young man that the ticket price was ten dollars , twice the price of a single ticket. The young man smiled and said. “You ain’t from around here are you boy? That’s twice as much as the sign says.”

Embarrassed but determined to bluff his way through, the clerk said. “Ain’t no white people gonna want to share a ride with a sweaty Mexican, it’s twice as much to ride on top of the stage, and the manager will back me up on that!”

The smile disappeared from the young vaqueros face as his right hand flashed to his side where his Colt would normally be. Nothing was there having been recently robbed by a union patrol, he stopped, smiled, and remarked; “Damned horse flies.” In a low deadly voice.

The clerk started slamming the window down but was instantly stopped by Col. Stuarts hand. “I believe my family and I are the only ones riding the coach as told me a few moments before by your manager, and we have no trouble riding inside with a Mexican or anyone else. No need for him to ride on the topside with the baggage.” He said with a heavy French accent, and a stern look that had dominated many an unruly soldier. The man wavered, looking to his boss at the other window. Boss man shook his head and said “He’s from France, and this sort of thing don’t seem to bother them none.”

The ticket was handed over with a sheepish smile then the clerk backed away. When Stuart had completed his business he turned from the window and the vaquero was standing there with fire still reflecting from his eyes, but a genuine smile on his face.

Removing his hat, he said. “I am Ramon Sequin, at your service Sir. To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am Antone Stuart, late of the French armee and France.” He said as he offered his hand.

The young Man took his hand and said. “I heartedly thank you for the assistance as I would not relish riding on the dusty outside of a stage coach for any length of time, much less the two to three days it would take to reach New Braunsfels. As you are new to the area, it would be my pleasure to answer any questions you might have of the area. I grew up in Seguin and have traveled extensively around here.”

“Yes, that would be nice, and I have little knowledge of the area, and wouldn’t really know where to begin.”

“Well, are you visiting or migrating to Texas?”

“Yes, moving to Texas, and I wish to start a ranch somewhere. I understand that the Comanche can be troublesome when they desire, so some sort of deal must of course be struck with them.”

“Yes, you might be able to do that. The German colonies of Fredericksburg and New Braunsfels have been able to do so, but it has at times been difficult. One must first find the proper band of Indians to make the deal with. Many bands are willing to make a treaty with men living in other bands areas if you know what I mean.” Ramon said.

 

“It would seem that the Yankees have taken over almost everything in the way of government and business. This refusal of my money would have never happened during or prior to the war. It’s a real shame that we lost.” Completed Ramon with a too innocent look in his eyes.

Col. Stuart had been evaluating Sequin carefully and unobtusively for the last hour and figured him to be slightly more than he portray himself, that being, an out of work vaquero making his way home. There was something of the soldier about him, but his relaxed demeanor had no one leery of him. “Yes, it would seem that these so called soldiers leave something to be desired. Little in the way of discipline, and even less in prowess. Wars are won by supplies and material for the most part.”

“I tend to agree. If we’d of had more in the way of material, we would still be fighting them in East Texas. I believe Senior, that we wore ourselves out killing them so to speak. After my unit broke up, I made it most of the way home before I was surprised on the trail by a whole company of cavalry. They took everything I had and placed me under arrest. Once we arrived in San Antonio, I was able to convince them I was just a poor vaquero headed home after herding some cows to Huntsville. Since I had no uniform or military equipment, I was able to convince them I hadn’t been a soldier.”

“How were you able to acquire civilian clothing, horse, saddle, etc.?”

“I had supplied everything I used in the war, so it was all civilian. I gave my three Colts to some men that intended to continue the fight, and was only armed with two single shot pistols at the time. They kept the money, pistols, and an old pocket knife in spite of my innocient.” Ramon completed with a shrug. “I think these bungling crooks will not figure out that you and your family are not French either. Your accent is near perfect, and an excellent idea considering the times. Former Confederates will not fare well under the boot of these tyrants. Since the winners get to write the history, I’m sure they will be displayed as liberating hero’s one and all.”

The whole Stuart family went rigid except for the Col., he had prepared himself for this and hardly batted an eye.

“What Monssieur, would lead you to believe that?”, asked Stuart.

“Your French doesn’t flow as naturally as a native speaker. Not to worry, unless one of the officers has been to France they will never guess your secret. Even then there is little chance of discovery.” Said Ramon with a smile. “That and your wife doesn’t flirt with other men. That might be something that would come in handy later onboard. Once they’ve stolen everything available, they will leave and you may then resume your true identity.”

 

“If you please, I would like to learn more about this treaty the Germans have with the Comanche. And, if other Indian tribes are part of the agreement also.”, said Stuart.

“The treaty you speak of is the Meusebach-Comanche Treaty agreed to in I think 1847. It allows the Germans to farm and move about freely on the lands between the San Saba and Llano Rivers. The Comanche are to watch and notify the German settlers if other Indians are in the area that might cause trouble, and both sides are to support the other if either are attacked. It further allows and encourages the Comanche to visit towns in the area including New Braunsfels, Fredricksburg, etc. to trade and barter as they see fit and not be molested as long as they “walk in the white way”. The treaty also provides for redress of grievances caused by bad men of either side to be decided by the representatives of both sides. They are to receive 1,000.00 in presents, and goods every year, plus another 2,000.00 or more of food, flour, knives, mirrors, cloth, and what have you. Except for a few minor problems which have been solved properly, the treaty has been unviolated by either side.”, finished Ramon.

“There have been no treaty violations from either side?”

“No sir, the treaty is intact and jealously guarded. Are you thinking to avail yourself with a similar agreement? If so, be fore warned, the Comanche are a very formidable tribe. They never forget a wrong, and think nothing of riding a thousand miles to get revenge if needed. They are totally unafraid of death and are born killers. I don’t know if such an agreement can be made, but one can try, which would be better than just going out and claiming land then fighting to stay alive.”

“This gives me something to think about. Treaties have always been broken by one or both sides back east with the resulting deaths of the innocient who had no part in the violation. Both sides suffered because of unscrupulous men, mostly in government. Sometimes an ignorant immigrant would cause the trouble too.”, stated Stuart.

“I can introduce you to John Meusebach if he is in town if you would like. Nothing can be guaranteed or insinuated but speaking with him won’t hurt anything. Be aware, that he is one smart man, not easily fooled, and can spot a lie easily. While a politician, he is an honest man and should be respected.”

“Ramon, thank you for the offer. I will gladly take you up on that. What else should I know about this area?”

Ramon spent the next three hours describing the land and people. Rivers, and streams with plenty of fish, abundant game of buffalo, Black bear, white tail deer, rabbits, turkey, quail, and other animals almost without limit. Hard wood trees of oak, walnut, maple, the Piney Woods, and grass lands. Hardy proud decent people - for the most part {:^) - that would tolerate little to no foolishness. The frontier ettiquite , and Texas history. How the Indians kept the scrub brush down by burning where needed when conditions were right. They hated pigs (Comanche pin cushions), mesquite, and juniper trees.

 

After putting away Dave’s presents to his sons, Raging Bull, wishing to continue his time spent with the two white men walked up to them and made a show of looking at the sun then back at Dave and Al. “It is late in the day to make very much time traveling, and it would be a dry camp as it is. I know a place where there is plenty of fish and fresh running water not that far from here. We could celebrate your victory by catching a few fish, drinking some of that coffee and whiskey, and telling some magnificent lies of our glorious past. The grass is soft, and it would make a better bed than the rocks and scorpions ahead.”

Dave turned to look at Al, and Al shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. “That does sound nice, and I’m guessing the horses could use a little rest on some fresh grass and water. I’m guessing there should be plenty of game about. I have a small bow like your children use and could take some rabbit, quail, turkey or the like.” Said David.

“Yes, plenty of game large and small. I’m thinking that little girls bow would be too light for a buffalo, but could take song birds, or mosquitoes if you have the skill.”, teased Raging Bull.

With dancing eyes David replied, “I am sure it would if I can get close enough.”

Raging Bull bent double laughing silently. With his body shaking he staggered slightly and held up one hand in surrender. “Not counting when they were trying to hunt, that is the first time a white man has made me laugh. You would fit in well with the braves of my band.”

“Well, I thank you for the compliment.” Said David. “Let’s head over to that watering hole and get in some relaxation time.”

The men moved out carefully as before heading in a generally westward direction. At about six miles they came upon the creek fed pond. It covered almost an eighth of an acre, was surrounded by grass and there numerous foot prints in the soft ground signifying the level of traffic that led to the pond for drinking purposes. Moving up, the men watered their horses after checking for snakes or injuries materials, and let the horses graze.

“We still have some time before sundown, maybe we can catch some fish for tonight’s camp. If not, we have plenty of food and can fish in the morning. I’m in no rush for anything.”, said Dave.

The other two men agreed, and light poles were cut from the surrounding trees for fishing. Lines and hooks were attached, and Raging Bull brought in an assortment of bait consisting of worms, grasshoppers, and some small bugs. The only thing caught was a small sunfish, so the men moved away from the waterhole and set up camp a couple of hundred yards away to a grassy area so as to not disturb the drinking habits of the local wildlife.

Many tender feet would set up camp at whatever water source they found and the wildlife would be forced to do without, sometimes for the whole next day. And then there was the danger of snakes. Rattlers, and copperheads also came for a drink now and then, and to hunt. It was best to not be around when they were.

It was a quiet and clear night with so many stars showing it looked like a band of frost across the sky. A wonder to behold, that Dave and now Al never got enough of.

“Boy, these stars are amazing, I’ve never seen so many!”, exclaimed Al.

“Yep, it looks like God took a hand full of diamonds and slung ‘em across the sky so we’d have ‘em to enjoy watching at night.” Said Dave.

Raging Bull looked over at Dave and asked. “This God you speak of. The Creator?”

“Yes, He made everything. I do have to wonder just how far away those other suns are. Gotta be a fer piece for sure since we don’t get no heat from them.

“Are there worlds like this for them to warm?”, asked Raging Bull.

“I don’t know, and I’m not sure if anyone does either. I don’t even know how far we are from our sun.”. Replied David. “I heard somebody figured it out, but have no idea what it might be.”

No one spoke after that and they drifted off to sleep.

 

Spend several nights sleeping under the stary Texas skies and I do believe that there are more stars in Texas than Alabama.

 

Thank you. I do believe that the jet stream and frequent storms make for some clear nights at time. Lately, all the light pollution from the newcomers have dimmed the viewing so to speak. Everyone it seems needs to have their outdoor night light on cause of the scary woods and coyotes howling.

 

Those "security" lights only benefit the thieves, because unless you are wide awake and looking out the right window at exactly 3:43 AM you will see nothing and won't know what's missing until morning.