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128 pages, Hardcover
First published September 26, 2014
Finally, though real historical characters are mentioned in this story, this is my version of events, and even the real characters are not meant to be represented in an exact and accurate manner. They have become mythology, and I have played with that mythology, attempting like all story tellers, and tall-tale advocates, to give them their own sweet myths.
He gave the braves instructions on how they were to conduct themselves, and if he can prove someone killed a skunk, which is bad medicine when on the war path, then he can claim they are the ones threw off the magic. Medicine man has not only got to come up with predictions, he's got to plan excuses for when things go wrong. It's part of the job.
The horse I had on the ground was a fellow I called Satan. He wasn't the original horse I called Satan, as I had to eat him, (which is what made me an expert on the eating of horse) but this one was pretty good, black as the one I had before, and about of the same spirit, though less mischievous. He would even come when I whistled. If he was in the mood.
"The other problem I’d like to mention, and this is a personal problem... I caught a bullet a short time back... It come over the top of this dead cayuse and caught me in the gut."
"Damn, Jack," I said.
"Bad?" Millie asked.
"I'd say so, yes," Jack said, "which is why I call it bad news.
If it sounds like I'm bragging, forgive me. But it's true. I can shoot a shot up a gnat's ass and knock out its teeth, make them line up like piano keys in front of the little bastard's corpse.
She wasn't much to look at, thick and big-boned, and though I wouldn't call her ugly, she was as plain as homemade soap with a wad of hair in it.
Bullets tore through the door and made holes that light peeked through and the room was riddled with these sticks of light.
That's the way whites worked. You slaughtered an Indian, it was a victory. They slaughtered you, it was a massacre.
Black Hat Jack and me had been riding at night, trying to take in the cooler weather, avoid the sunlight, but mostly avoid being seen.
I appreciate your support, but if you feel that I have made an error here concerning any weapon or any piece of history, well, keep it to yourself.