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Dog Soldier Moon (the Superstition Gun Trilogy) by McKendree Long Pdf
The second novel in the epic western Superstition Gun Trilogy by McKendree Long. In this sequel to his novel, No Good Like It Is, the saga of Dobey Walls and Jimmy Boss Melton during the three years following the Civil War continues.
A stray dog named Stubby braves the World War I battlefields alongside Private J. Robert Conroy. See the story unfold as this brave little canine makes a big difference in the lives of many World War I soldiers.
Dog Soldier of "Los Cerrillos" by J. C. Cantle Pdf
In the 1900s, technology was advancing at a speed which was at that time in Santa Fe as well as everyplace else, not only very new, but confusing and scary to many, especially for the older folks that were comfortable with the way things were. Particularly, it seemed so in most of New Mexico, where tradition was fossilized in a state of mañana, tomorrow. What’s the hurry? Like everything else, with time, people accepted what was new in their life and soon found these new technologies a real need. From small and large companies to each individual, new electronic gadgets became both lifesavers as well as hindrances at times. Dog Soldier of Los Cerrillos encompasses the life of some old military combat veterans and their tributes to freedom as well as their unhealed wounds. For many, the thousand-yard stare stayed with them for years. Combat made many soldiers chain-smoke, use drugs, and drink themselves drunk in hopes of reducing the pressure of always being in that life-or-death situation through every mission that would, as time went on, manifest itself into a lifetime of addiction. Cecil Franklin was no different. As a civilian who constantly fought his alcoholism. Falling off of the wagon came and went as life’s pressures grew or ebbed. Being Cheyenne and raised on the reservation in his early years was to teach him the old ways but as he became a young man he had searched out a trade in hopes of assimilating into modern society and move from the poverty of the reservation. He was, as were many other young men, serving in the military and the war in Vietnam. By a stroke of luck he became the handler of a black Labrador called Jet and one of a five man tracker team that searched and hunted in what was sometimes called Indian Country behind enemy lines. After his service, Cecil married, had fathered a daughter, divorced, and raised his daughter on his own after moving to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where his life took many turns.
Two Cheyenne Dog Soldiers, members of Tall Bull's band, were whipping their ponies to gain speed up the north slope of a draw. As they crested, I was west-bound, riding fast. I didn't see them. It was mutual--they didn't see me either. In a violent clash of horseflesh, we all three went air-born. I hit the ground hard and rolled several times. Shaken, I gathered what strength I could muster and come to a knee. I asked myself, "Where did they come from?" My horse was having difficulty getting up on all fours. I wasn't doing all that well either. Struggling to get on my feet, I grabbed the reins and pull myself up to both knees. My horse was in bad shape by the way it was acting. Carefully not to get a wild kick or stomp by the hooves, I reached and removed the Henry rifle from the scabbard. Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I stood wobbling. Blinking several times to clear my vision I felt a welt above my left eye. And, something wet running down my shoulder. Pulling off my left glove with the help of my teeth. I and reached inside my shirt with my hand and I knew right away what it was. "Blood." Raising my shoulder and arm up and down, I didn't seem to have any difficulty in movement or pain. I'm lucky there. My horse has a broken leg and kicking up dust, I'm having a hard time focusing, I can see an Indian lying in such a way that his neck's broken. I see, one, no two Indian ponies down. I looked for the second Indian and spot him the same time he releases an arrow. I was a dead man at that close range. But. my horse, in his last fatal, try to stand, caught the arrow in its neck. I heard the scream from the Cheyenne. One of the two Indian pony's was standup. Apparently just stunned. The Dog Soldier leaped on the pony's back waving his war club and they attack. I had no time to aim and I fired from the hip, hitting pony. The pony's legs buckled and went down. Throwing the Dog Soldier to the ground. For a few vital seconds, I could not see the rider in a thick cloud of dust. I injected another round in the chamber. The dust cloud rolled my way. "Where was he?" He came out of the cloud of dust so close, the distance between us, I could see the hatred in his eyes. His war-club above his head, he screams and leaps. It's said, "the purpose of a Cheyenne Dog Soldier's scream, is to put fear in your mind, that death is near." I believe it. The first shot I almost missed, I hit too high on the right shoulder. He lost his grip on his war-club. My second shot, the barrel was flush against his chest. The impact of a 216-grain rim-fire-44, one inch above the heart, "Mercy." I quickly did a 180-degree turn, checking for Indians, there's none. It was quiet. Eerie quiet. The only thing left standing was me with my Henry. I began to shake. I dropped to a knee. "Lord, if you had a hand in this, "thanks?" I've never killed before. I dropped my arm and hand to the ground and sat down. I was exhausted.
Conditions create character. The unique conditions of the frontier breed a special kind of man, brave, strong, and capable. Thrown out onto the high plains to sink or swim, the Cheyenne bred the dog soldier, and became a strong and vibrant people. Plunging into the American wilderness to find the free life, the pioneer bred the ranger, a man who could build the cabin, hunt and bring home meat, and be ready on a moment’s notice to answer the call for help, to defend the family, kith and kin, with all his ability, even his life, to keep the people free and alive. The Dog Soldier's Manual is the story of this special kind of man, and describes in modern, common sense terms, the business of discipline that can make such a man today, one ready to handle the challenges of modern society and the new millennium. If you want to know how to be a man, The Dog Soldier’s Manual is a good place to start. The heart of the Manual identifies and explains the virtues and goals of dog soldier discipline, from the objects of personal grooming, including physical, mental, and emotional conditioning, expressiveness, and personal presence, to worldly affairs and animal matters, including hair, hygiene, habitat maintenance, possessions, cultural competence, feeding, and personal legend. The people never have too many dog soldiers.
Fay Risner has brought Stringbean Hooper to life again with the second story in the Stringbean Hooper series about his adventures in the West. Looking forward to a journey across country to San Jose, California, Stringbean and his wife, Theo, have no idea just how much trouble they can get into. Mishaps, upset Indians, a flood, a mad bear, and more happen to the Hoopers. Through it all, Stringbean meets the challenges with his usual sense of humor, but he notices as the journey drags out that Theo is getting crankier by the minute. He sure hopes she lightens up by the time they get to her brother's wedding in San Jose. It didn't help to have warning advice freely handed out to Theo, known as Small Feet, by Indian shaman Matilda Vinci about being careful around Stringbean, Sioux name Walking Dead, so he doesn't get her killed.
The so-called fast gun slingers from the Wicked Wild West could have picked up some pointers from their peers in Pikeville and the Tug River areas of 1876 Kentucky and their West Virginia neighbors in Huntington and nearby Buff alo Creek. Young men in this era could draw a pistol and hit a fifty cent piece twice and reholster their weapon; the bystanders would swear the shooter had never moved. Their babies teethed on their pappys .44-40s and stood up for the first time pulling themselves upright on their eight-year old brothers hunting rifles. Matthew OShannon and his Cherokee blood brother Jon Ridge are dragged into a feud that leaves Matts grandfather and parents murdered. When they defend themselves, they are slandered and labeled by their neighbors as murderers and killers. To avoid the feud, Matt, his brother Byron, and his Cherokee Indian friend Jon Ridge plan to relocate in Colorado and New Mexico and breed horses. They leave by train with forty breeding horses and find themselves thrown shooting and fighting into another deadly feud with Cotton Brands clan, a notorious feuding Texan family. Its action from cover to cover with twists and turns in the plot that will delight the avid reader of Western Historical Fiction.
