Six chapters of “Dark days of Texas”


Dark days of Texas

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                                      Dark days of Texas

Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground so damn hot. Old man John had put his horse in the Austin horse stable. Too hot to ride and a good time to drink and wait. He looked at the mirror in the Last Chance saloon and he saw a very old man face. When he rode with  Samuel Hamilton Walker fifty years ago. They called him handsome Johnnie. Now his face damaged by the sun and seven scars from Dirty deed Eric knife three years ago. All his friends just called him Old man John. He accepted the name without complain. They could have called him worst.  He thought of the Wolf woman. He loved her so and he looked to the walls of the tavern and whispered. Thank you Wolf woman Sherry for saving my life and staying with me. She was mighty pissed off when the Texas Rangers begged him to come back for one more mission. Dirty deed Eric was roaming and killing again. Wild buck Jalan came to his homestead in the Rio Grande Valley. He was lucky  Wolf woman didn’t carve off his balls off. Wild Buck Jalan was an old friend. We served together in the Civil war.  He could fight like three men and he could kill with knife or gun with skill and speed. I saved his life plenty of times and he saved my life often. He was from Atlanta and he escaped in 1861 and joined my unit. He was about 140 pounds then and today. Fat and mean as a wild boar. Few black Texas rangers but I befriended him and few men would mess with Wild Buck Jalan. He treated racism with his blade across your forehead and a kick in the face.

He did miss Wolf woman. He remembered after Dirty deed Eric carved-up my face, sliced open his chest  and broke his legs. Then left him in the desert to die and be food for the coyotes. He thought  he was dying and he was dreaming. He saw a person dressed in a bear coat with the face covered. He didn’t know if man or woman? She came to him and behind her was a large wolf.  She lowered herself and removed the cover from her face. She put her face close to him and she whispered. You dead or alive you damn coyote. He looked a her pretty face and blue eyes and he whispered. Ain’t dead yet pretty lady. Maybe you are the Devil or an Angel? Maybe I’m dead? She smiled and she whispered. Can’t kill men like you. Devil don’t want you and you are born in Texas. Texas men need a bullet in the head or they crawl like snakes into pit and be reborn. He liked her from the first moment he heard her speak and he told her. I’m glad to have seen a woman before I’m dead. Better than that Dirty deed Eric face, my last thoughts.  She smiled again and she whispered. You ain’t dying and you are talking too much for a dying man. Dying men like you. Always talking pretty words and they are meaningless. She picked-up his 200 pound body and she carried him like a child. She put his body over the donkey and he passed-out. His last memory till reaching her cabin hidden in the hills.

When he awoke. He saw Wolf Woman Sherry cooking food in the kitchen and she was wearing only her underwear.  The hot Texas days and night. Leave little need for clothing in the house. He liked what he saw. Longs legs and meaty woman. All of a sudden he felt an animal near. The wolf was eye to eye with him. Liked he read his thoughts. He looked at the wolf and the wolf looked at him. Sherry yelled. El Diablo, go to your bed. She came to him with food and fork and she told him. Don’t talk and please just eat. You are lucky I saved you. Your Texas Rangers killed my husband and I thought about feeding you to my wolf. My husband, an Apache.  You killed him on your raids. I don’t like people and I don’t like you. He looked at her long auburn hair and pretty face. He wondered how a woman lived alone and separated from human life. She saw the questions in his eyes and she told him. If you shut-up. I will tell you my story. He shook his head in agreement.

She touched the bandages on his face and chest. She whispered. You lucky to be alive. You almost bleed-out. I had to burn your face and chest some. To stop the bleeding. You will be ugly, but you will be alive. Now be quiet and I will tell you a sad tale  with a sad ending. I have my wolf now and no-one bothered me. They call me the Wolf woman. Native Americans and white people. I scare the hell out of them. Years ago I was a young nurse and  I came out-west from Boston.  I worked at one of your small settlements outside of Laredo. The soldiers came mainly. I treated their wounds and they were thankful. They were foolish times. Brother killing brother and the war found Texas. Gray killing blue for the sake of no common sense reasons. One day a few soldiers brought me a Apache. He was beaten and bleeding. The soldiers told me. Keep him alive till tomorrow. Going to hang the savage in the morning. He was handcuffs and silence. I treated his wounds and cleaned him up. He was wearing only a small cloth and he held silence. I fed him like I’m feeding you. He ate the food and after he was done. He told me. Thank you kind woman.  I asked him. You speak English? He smiled and he told her. Yes, when I must. He was tall, strong and his eyes kind and gentle toward me. The soldiers looked at her like a piece of meat. Few woman were around. After I fed him. I went back to my work. I had two patients and I was tire. About 6 pm, two soldiers came in drinking and talking loud. I asked them. Do you need something? They came to me. Tossed me on a patience empty bed and stripped-off my clothing. I closed my eyes expected the worst and I opened my eyes. I saw the Apache put the fork I left near him into the back of the neck of one of the soldiers and the other soldier got a foot into the his face. He jumped on the soldier and he broke his neck. The Apache came to me and he handed me some clothing and he asked. You okay little one? I’m sorry I killed them in your hospital. I rose-up and I embraced him. I thanked him a thousand times.  We left for the desert and we found his tribe. He told them I saved him from death and the other Apaches accepted me as their own. I became their medicine woman. Me and Winter Hawk got together one night and became one. Simple Apache way. After his death. The wolf he gave me. My only friend. All the Apaches are dead and gone. I became the Wolf woman and I like it.

Old man John was awoken from his daydreams and thoughts by Wild buck Jalan. They drank whiskey and they watched Loca Amber do her snake dance on the stage. They liked the Last Chance saloon. Few fights and available woman for Jalan.  They discussed Dirty Deed Eric as the darkness took over the Texas sun. Old man John told him. Dirty deed Eric is near. He is so damn mean. He robbed his mother and killed her dog. He so lonely and hateful. His only friends are the desert snakes and the wild dogs. Wild Buck Jalan told him. He is the blackest, meanest and ugliness man in Texas. he killed his brother for the last cigarette. How we going to catch him? He hit and run like a rabbit in heat. Leaving only death and blood behind.  Old man John touched his Walker’s revolvers and he watched Loca Amber kiss her snake and he told him. We will find him. Kill him once, then kill him twice to ensure he is really dead. He has no friends and he killed his mother’s dog.

Two-pistol Tammy came over and she smiled. She told them. Can’t kill dirty deed. He is the Devil son. We need to bury his ugly ass 20 feet deep in a un-marked grave. Pour some acid on him and before we bury him. We need to piss on his grave. Wild buck Jalan smiled and he agreed. He knew Two-pistol Tammy story. Dirty Deed Eric killed her sister and her lover. Raped them and hung them on the front porch of her house. She yearned for this day to repaid this debt. Double-shot Shirley came over and she told them. You can’t kill Dirty deed Eric without me. It takes the devil to kill another devil. He may be ugly, he maybe the meanest, blackest and coldest man in Texas. I going to cut-off his head and his balls. Hang them from my kitchen lamp. Shirley looked sad. Please Handsome John. He killed my husband and burn-down my farm. I need to make him die slowly and painful. Old man John smiled and he told Shirley and Tammy. I will be honored to ride with you ladies. Wolf woman will be glad to see you. She is here in Austin. She is burning sage and seeking information.

Dirty Deed Eric saw a Mexican family going South. Him and his gang attacked them.  He murdered the husband first. The wife and child tried to run.  Dominic the butcher and Sweet Cheryl Lee made a bet. Cheryl Lee told him. One shot each for a silver dollar bet. Dominic the butcher smiled and he told her. I will take the bet sweetie. She raised her rifle. Two shots and both mother and daughter laid dead. Dirty Deed found some bottles of tequila hidden in the bags on the donkey. Cheryl Lee and Dominic the butcher sat on the dead Mexican father body. Dirty deed Eric handed them a bottle and he raised his bottle to the sky and he thanks the Mexican in Hell once day for the good drink and the man bleed out into the desert sand.

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Dark days of Texas-part two

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       Dark days of Texas-part two

Wolf woman Sherry didn’t like the Last Chance saloon.  Just people in the saloon she hated. Mainly bounty hunters and murderers. She held a deep hate for them.  She hated their fake smiles and their want to kill and drink only.  She liked the China hotel. When her and John was in Austin. She would live in the hotel and she liked the hotel. The manager and owner Sammy was kind and polite. He ensured she had a clean room and a hot bath. The hotel was busy. The back-side of the hotel. An opium den for the men who needed the drug. The side of the hotel was a laundry. The hotel was above the food serving area. The Asia working asked no questions and they were kind and friendly.  She would come to Austin with him because of the China Inn. An orderly establishment and very private.

She looked at the stand-up mirror.  She was barely forty and her eyes held great sorrow. She lived a wild and hard life. She feared no-one and few would mess with her. She carry two Walkers six shooters and a visible knife. She wondered for a moment. How she became this face in the mirror? She stripped down slowly. The tempting smell of the lavender and jasmine make her wish to fall into the hot water quickly. She dropped the six-shooters to the floor. They were the first gift John gave her.  She reached down to her boots and took them off slowly and they fell to the side of the large bathtub.  She released the 22 holster from her right leg and the small pistol and belt fell to the ground. She took the knife wrap from her left leg. Tossed the knife to the bed. She turned at looked at mirror and she remembered the young Boston girl for a minute. She was going to save the world. She went to college and became a nurse. Now she was the Wolf woman. Maybe she was support to be here. This was her place. Her ending.

John allowed her to become human again. She released her jeans and she took off her shirt. She turned back to the mirror for a second in her bra and panties. She whispered quietly. You are still pretty and sexy. She laughed at her own words. She tossed off her bra, socks  and panties. She slowly entered the tub allowing the warm water to make her feel okay. In the tub, she closed her eyes and rested.

Old man John was waiting. He had Wild Buck Jalan, two-gun Tammy, double shot Shirley and he knew he needed Berserker Kurt. Berserker Kurt was the key. He was a Civil war legend. He saved John life  and the unit often. At Jonesville, we were outnumbered and ready to be over-ran.  Kurt tasted blood for the first time. With his two large blades he killed 50 Southern soldiers. The Southern soldiers saw Kurt, soaked in blood and he was running toward them. The Southern Soldiers ran for the safeness of the hills. We went to him and he fell down. His clothing soaked in blood and the river he fell into. Flowing blood of the 50 dead soldiers. He served ten years with John with the Texas Rangers. He saved his life at least 10 times.He quit two years ago and he told him. I won’t kill the Indians no-more. I’m so damn tire of killing. He walked away from Texas and he lived in the California mountains where he found peace and calm. But Dirty deed Eric killed his brother and his brother’s wife outside of new Dallas. He was raising his brother’s kids. He told John. I will come out of retirement for one man only. The battle will be my damnation and end. Murderer killing murderer.  A destined place for you and me.  John told him.  We did what we had to do. The Civil war made madmen of the all of us. He would arrive tonight.  John felt a gentle touch and he faced Kurt. They held long embrace. John told him. I missed you my brother. Kurt smiled and he told him in his quiet voice. Good to see you Handsome Johnnie. I’m here for our last dance and I hope we find a pretty dance pardner. John smiled and he told Kurt. I got you a place at the China Inn.  Tomorrow we will plan our trip. Sammy had you set-up. Best opium in the states. Kurt looked very sad and he whispered. The opium is the only thing that keep me from blowing my head off. I see a 1000 dead men I killed in my bloody dreams. The opium is the only peace I know. I wasn’t lucky like you. You have Wolf woman Sherry. Kindest and best woman I have known. Kurt left for the China Inn.

John ordered his last double shot of whiskey and he thought of dear Sherry. He remembered how she hated him and he understood. His unit of Texas rangers killed and murdered Apaches for 10 years. He knew he killed her husband. He was with Wild Buck Jalan, Berserker Kurt and 10 Texas rangers. They attacked at dawn and they killed men, women and the children. Ordered from the President. He wanted every western Indian dead. He remembered her husband. He wore a photo of her and when he bleeding out. He asked me. Please tell my woman Sherry. I die like a Apache. Now he faced the woman, the wife. His savior. He remembered her burning sage and crying in the darkness. He started having the bad dreams. Southern soldiers and Indians were at his feet. Bleeding and demanding equal due. Wolf woman Sherry was sleeping and he remembered. He wanted to stop the dreams. He rolled off the bed and he put the six-shooter pistol to my head. Sherry came to him and she took the pistol.  She looked into his eyes and she told him. I know you. You killed my husband and so many. I know you had your ordered. You dumb-ass men follow ordered and kill and kill. She embraced him and she told him. I prayed for you Johnnie. I prayed for you become a new man. No-more blood. My Gods whispered to me. You must save me and I must save you. She stripped off her bra and panties. Lifted him to the bed and she held him like a child under the buffalo blanket.

The bartender asked him. Old man John. Are you okay? He smiled and he told him. I’m fine and thank you. He rose-up and he headed to the China Hotel. He walked up the steps slowly and quietly. He opened the door and Sherry looked so content and happy in the bathtub. He went to the bed walking quietly and he watched her. She opened her eyes and she whispered. Poor Sally had to add hot water three times. About time Handsome Johnnie. You made a pretty girl wait too long. You could be sleeping alone Cowboy. He smiled and he told her. You are too damn beautiful for me my love.

John Castellenas/Coyote

Dark days of Texas- Berserker Kurt- part three

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                               Dark days of Texas- Berserker Kurt.

Berserker Kurt walked in silence and slowly toward the China Inn. He looked forward to Austin, Texas because of her. He carried his own pipe and opium, but the owner of the China Inn had the best Asia opium. The Asia opium seem more easy on the body and the mind. Lately his dream were becoming worst. He rarely slept and his dream more crazy and deadly. Now even when he was awake. The daydreams brought visions to his mind of dead Indians and the southern soldiers he killed. The dead faces and the bloody battle now haunt his days and nights.

The whiskey did nothing for him. The whiskey made him meaner and more hateful. He left Texas 10 years ago and he never looked back. He remembered when the United State government told the Texas Rangers to kill every Apache in Texas. He remembered the last battle. Wild Buck Jalan, Old man John and himself murdered and burn down a Apache village. He still could hear the children screaming and yelling in his dreams. The damn government offered him the medal of honor to him. He told the government official. Keep you bloody medal and he spit at the feet of the politician. He was very thankful for his Elizabeth. She had found him in Captain Jacks mountains in California. He was screaming and yelling at ghosts and dead people. She went to him. She made him lay on the sand and she caressed his face and forehead. She sang to him the morning song.

My poor little soldier, dark nights and dark life left you cold and alone. Dark battles can never end for you.
Please sleep my poor little soldier. Allow the morning light to make you know peace and calm. Allow the new sun to heal and erase your regrets and your past.

Kurt awoke and he looked at Elizabeth. She was a young Asia beauty with large brown eyes. He was laying in her lap and she held a small pipe. She had a small bowl and she stirred the items in the bowl.  She added the chemical in the bowl into the small pipe and she lit the pipe. She gave the pipe to Kurt and he inhaled the smoke. After he inhaled the pipe three times. He fell into his first deep sleep in many months.

He awoke with his head still laying in her lap and the sun was falling into the near sea. She asked him? Who are you stranger? Are you looking for the sea? He looked at the beautiful Asia girl and he whispered. I have been looking for you kind lady.  She smiled and she introduced herself.  My name is Elizabeth and my friends call me Beth. Before you say too much, I want you to meet my father. He will know if you are an evil man or a good man. Kurt smiled for the first times in many years. She told him. My father own the store, laundry and opium house in the city. He is very wise and a kind man. I like your face. So kind and so sad.

Kurt remembered the father. He was educated and read the papers.  When Kurt walked into the store. The father recognized Kurt. He thanked him for his service than he laughed. He told Kurt. You are the soldier and Texas Ranger who tossed the Medal of honor at the feet of the damn  politician. You spit at his feet. My home is your home my friend. My daughter liked you. She liked few white people. Most white people are seedy and evil. Kurt, if you need help. I can help you.

He was awoke from his daydream by a gentle touch of Monica. She was the lady who helped in the opium house. Very kind, very gentle and still very pretty. Monica took his right hand and she led him to a soft bedding on the ground. She made him lay down and she whispered. Don’t speak. She took off his boots, his guns and the boot knife. She took off his dirty shirt than his pants.  She walked away and she came back with a white shirt and pant. He dressed quickly and he laid on the soft bedding. Monica smiled and she told him. Now you look like a China man. She went to the nearby table and grasp a pipe and a bowl. She brought them to him. The pipe was decorated with Asia’s art and the bowl too. She slowly mixed the chemical in the bowl and she saw the sad eyes of Kurt. She put down the pipe and the bowl. She caressed his hands, face and shoulders. She sang to him.

Relax my little bird.  The world is quiet now.
Relax my little bird.  You are safe and sound now.
Relax my little bird.  Your bad dream will fade away.

She lite the pipe and she handed the pipe to him. He inhaled the opium and he looked at Monica. She reminded him of his dear Elizabeth. He thanks her and he fell into a deep and needed sleep. Monica felt great sadness for Kurt. The soldiers pay for the wars. Their dreams of war forever tattoos in their brain and their skin.  Faces of youth destroyed by war and blood. She caressed Kurt’s face like a baby. She kissed his forehead and she held his hand. She watched him and she ensured the bad dreams stay away.

John Castellenas/Coyote

Dark days of Texas- Wild buck Jalan-part four

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                                     Dark side of Texas-Wild buck Jalan- part four

Wild buck Jalan left old man John drinking alone.  He took Selena, the dance-hall girl up-stair with him. He had bought a bottle of moonshine. He was a old-school drinker. He use to make his own moonshine once when he was young and strong in mind and in heart. He liked Selena. He loved the woman, wild and not tamed. He preferred the moonshine over the whiskey.  The whiskey made him damn mean and ugly. The moonshine calmed him down and allowed to know some peace. He was able to find sleep.

Selena was a mix of Mexican and Apache. She was a dark eyes beauty with hair as dark as black coffee. She had no limit on drinking, dancing and sex. He loved her honesty and her ability to be silence about his nightly bad dreams. When the dreams were bad. She held him tightly and she caressed his forehead and face till the nightmares faded away. He fought the old battles nightly. Old man John told him. Better to have a bad memory than to relive the old wars and battles. He was glad Old man John came out retirement. He was needed to keep him sane. This would be his last battle. He have been fighting for 40 years. He was so tire of killing and fighting. He dreamed of some land and Selena with him. He knew Dirty Deed Eric had recruited Moonshine Eddie. Dirty Deed Eric and Moonshine Eddie was in Western Texas.

Moonshine Eddie was as dangerous as Dirty Deed Eric.  He was a killer for hire for 30 years. He was born in Alabama where his parent were slaves.  They worked the cotton field till they got sick. The owner quit feeding the parent. no work, no food.  He watched his parent die and he promised himself. He would kill this owner and the complete family.When he turn sixteen. He stole a long blade. He practiced alone in the forest for months. He became skill with the long blade knowing the speed and the movement of the knife. Late September of 1852 with the midnight moon watching. He killed the owner family one by one. He made the owner watch as he killed them slowly and badly. He smiled, thinking how the owner cries watching him kill his complete family. The owner die very slowly. He remembered whispering. I see you in hell. He left Birmingham and he headed to the free country of Texas. At the border of Arkansas and Texas.  A city called Little Rock. An old white man called him a dirty no-good slave. The old man slapped him and he spitted  at his boots. He carved the old man into 50 pieces and left him to bleed-out on the tavern floor. It took 20 men to hold him down. He was six-foot three and two hundred and thirty pound. Lifting the cotton bales made him hard and strong. He received a quick court date and was support to be hung on the coming Sunday. He didn’t fear death. He never held freedom and on Sunday. He would die a free man.  He was ready to die when he saw Dirty Deed Eric. He smiled seeing a large black man killing ten men and wounding ten more. He came to him and untied the ropes and offered his hand. He took his hand and Dirty Deed Eric told him. You are okay now my new friend. Your days of being looked down at are over. Today you are Dirty Deed Eric friend and soldier. We take no shit and no-one will disrespect you again. Eddie took his hand and he told him. I owe you my life. I will ensure you won’t die with me near.

Jalan met Moonshine Eddie once. They drank the moonshine in Austin once. They drank to freedom, pretty women and the moonshine. He didn’t know Eddie was a paid killer with a blood soaked heart and no soul left. He did understand Eddie journey.  He escaped slavery and he joined the black division in the United State Army. They received half the pay and were in harm ways in every battle. He remember the battle of Fort Pillow. More than half of the black division was killed. He remember the names of his friends still.  At Fort Fisher, his division were in the front of the battle and few black soldiers survived. Only Old man John soldiers would bury the black soldiers. Old John was a major in the hit and run divisions. He was pissed-off because the General knew. The lead soldier would all die. He remembered Old Man John touching his face. He called for a medic. He yelled. Another live one. Jalan knew Old man John saved his life this day. Old Man John soldiers saved 20 black soldiers. He lost many during this bloody victory at Fort Fisher. Jalan still remembered the sand. Soaked with the blood of 20,000 Union soldiers. General Sherman asked the Major. What do I do with these men? Old Man John told the General. I will take them all. They are bad-ass soldiers and are deadly and dangerous. They fight for two things. Freedom and hatred. A powerful mix. General Sherman smiled and he told him. These men need opportunity and chance. These men need you Major. He brought the surviving 20 black soldiers together and he asked them.  I would be honored to have you served with me. I need your black-asses to serve with me.  If you want?  All twenty men agreed to join him. Old Man John soldiers stopped the supply lines and ensured  the South would be beaten. Few Southern Soldiers survived the Major’s skilled soldiers. He ensured every soldier knew his rifle and he had a long blade.  He told the soldiers. Blood is repaid with blood. The Southern soldiers called them the ghost riders. They would hit and run. Never stayed  in one place too long.

After the war ended he asked Jalan to join him. An old friend in Texas was re-enforcing  the Texas rangers. He told him. You saved my life 10 times and I saved your life 5 times. This mean we are brother and friends forever. Us soldiers have few friends and many enemies. We must stand together as one my friend.  He served 20 years with Old Man John in the Texas Rangers. More bad days than good days. The bad dreams started five years ago. Selena told him. You soldiers are sick with murder. You killed, you killed and you killed some more for a uncaring government. You should feel the misery of every person you killed. He loved Selena and asked her.  Any peace for me who killed for the government? Not asking no questions and just doing their duty?  She looked very sad and she told him. You Texas Rangers killed my parent and my village. You Texas Rangers followed orders and butchered families. You have killed over 200 men. Do you believe you shall know peace? He told her. No.

He loved Texas. Few men saw his black face. They saw his long blade and the Colt  six shooters. They saw his ugly face and they knew of his reputation.  Wild Buck Jalan would carve-up your face and a boot in the face for any kind of disrespect.  Selena took off his boots, released the gun belt and took-off the long blade. She took off his shirt and pulled off his pant.  She cleaned him up with a wet cloth of warm water and soap. Sitting in his underwear only, she shaved his three-month old beard. He loved watching her. She was the only kindness he had known. She would sing for him.


In Texas,  the angels don’t visit.
In old Texas, only blood and sand.
In Texas, salvation is rare and few.
The blood soaked land of Texas.
Just graves upon new graves.
The angels don’t come to Texas.
The melody of Texas is the Devil song.
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Jalan loved her. He wondered if one day like Attila the Hun, his hero. Be killed by a loved one? Her heritage Mexican and Apache left her in a bad place. After she finished. She smiled and she told him. I won’t kill you. You have been very kind to me.  You look at me with love and kindness. Life isn’t fair or right. If we live for revenge. We shall be barren and alone.
John Castellenas/Coyote

Dark days of Texas- Killers are made.

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Two-pistol Tammy and Double shot Shirley were at Shirley’s friend homestead. They hated Austin, Texas. Shirley told Old man John once. Nothing good comes out of Austin.  If you stay too long in Austin. You become part of the garbage. Tammy asked Shirley. You believe we can kill Dirty Deed Eric? Shirley looked sad and she whispered. Killers are made. Eric wasn’t always a bad man. I knew his father, Walker. He was a free man in Oklahoma and he came from Africa with proper documentation. He wanted to escape the memory of Africa. I remember he told me. In Africa. We are more unkind to our brothers than here. He went as far west as he could. He was alone and he liked it. Me and my first husband was 20 miles from his small cabin. He loved Oklahoma. No hate and free open country he told me often. One day some Cheyenne braves came to him for healing. The Apache and the Cheyenne thought he was a medicine man. The old Cheyenne man had a bad wound. The wound wasn’t proper wrapped and no healing medicine  on the open wound. He clean the wound with the moonshine he made, he put some desert sage on the wound and he wrapped it tightly. The old man stayed with him for 20 days. The man had many visitors and later he learn. This was a Cheyenne chief. They spoke rarely.  Walker learned the Apache and Cheyenne language years ago. He requested permission to live on Native American territory. The Apache laughed and they told him. Free land for honest men and you have a good face. No-one own the land. Land is for all people.

One night the Cheyenne chief offered his hand and he thanks him. Thank you Walker and I owe you my life. I have many daughters and nieces. My name is Black Moon. My name was given to me because during my birth. Cheyenne world was falling apart. You need some company and to make strong children. Walker smiled and he told the chief. Thank you, but I like being alone. When you are alone. You have nothing to lose and I lost a family in Africa  already.. The chief smiled and he answered. Life isn’t easy and life because more harder. I’m old and I have been fighting for my complete life. But my life is good. Good wife and many children. Still gives me reasons to live. The chief left one morning.  He hugged Walker and he walked out standing tall and strong.

One early morning. Walker heard something outside. He looked outside the cabin. A young pretty Cheyenne woman was washing his clothing and hanging them on a tight rope. The woman was tall, full busted and beautiful. She had dark brown skin and the darkest brown eyes he ever seen. He went outside and the woman reached out her hand and she told him. I’m Little Wolf.  I’m your wife now. Chief Black Moon is my grandfather and I told him. I thought you were handsome and I could be a good wife. He had blessed our marriage  and I’m your wife now. Walker held silence for a second and he told her. Please Little Wolf. My heart is sad and my mind is tire. It wouldn’t be fair for you. You are young and beautiful. My life is dark and I like the loneliness. You must go. She held silence. She did not enter the house for a week. She slept on her blanket near the house. He told her often. Please go home as he brought food to her daily. On a hot afternoon in early Summer. He went to his window. Little wolf stood nude washing her body. He had learned to like her and he enjoyed their daily conversation. He watched her wash her perfect young body with the soap he gave her. She was tall and she had long strong legs. He gave in and he went to her. She saw him coming and she ran to him. She embraced him tightly and she kissed him often. He took her to the house and till the Kansas folks showed-up. They lived a perfect life. Walker became the healer for the desert tribes and Little Wolf gave him three strong boys. Eric was born first, than Peter and Paul.

Tammy looked sad and she asked. Who is the Kansas people? Tears fell from Shirley’s eyes and she told her. Walker saved me from dying twice and my husband three times. He was a good man and a good father. He was a large man. Six foot seven inches and almost three hundred pounds. He taught his boys how to live. He roamed Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas. Hunting for meat/fur and looking for herbal medicine. He tried to be not seen by many people. His sons, he taught them how to find the hidden water in the desert and to know where they could find shelter from the sun. He told me often. Travel early before the sun awake. Rest at noon and finish your journey in the night. He was a wise and kind man. In Kansas, a lot of problems about slavery. Many wanted to keep the black people as slaves forever. Angry men were roaming and killing the people who supported the freedom of the blacks. I still remember when Eric came to my home years ago in Oklahoma. He was as large as his father and he wasn’t mean yet. He was crying and he told me. They killed my father and mother Little Wolf. My brothers were hanging from the old tree. Me and my Husband Jack went to the house. We helped him bury his father, mother and brothers. Eric asked my husband for the long blade and rifle. Jack told him. Blood won’t make you know peace. Only make you seek more blood till you know the taste of blood only. Eric looked down at my husband and he whispered. I have no choice. My husband gave him his long blade and his rifle. I kissed his forehead and I gave him my gun belt and five boxes of shells.  We went home and we held silence. Later this night. The Kansas folks came to our house. They asked where Eric was? I saw their eyes. Cold and heartless men. I told them. We helped bury Eric father, mother and his brothers. I believe he went west. I called them mean ass son of a bitches and I prayed they died badly. My husband came out with loaded shot-gun and he told them. We have no-more to talk about strangers. Go back to Kansas before you meet the Devil.

Tammy looked very sad. She whispered. You are right Shirley. Killers are made. She asked Shirley with a serious face. Why must you kill him? Did he kill your husband? Shirley looked very sad and he told her. The next day. The Kansas raiders came back. First they killed my husband. They beat him half to death and dragged him behind a horse for two miles. They stripped me completely nude and began to line us to rape me. As I laid waiting for the act. I heard the Cheyenne and Apache braves led by Eric. They slaughtered the 20 men. Eric brought me some clothing and he told me. Sorry miss Shirley. I came too damn late to save Jack. That was the last day I saw him. I remember me, the Apaches and Cheyenne braves and Eric by Jack’s grave.  Eric told me. Please pray for my father, mother and brothers. I can not. I won’t tell Old man John the truth. He wouldn’t trust me. I believe I’m the only one who can kill him. I believe Eric need me to end his life. He was made by hate and bad decisions. We made the Devils. My friend Tammy. I’m a Devil too. Many a bullets for hateful men. Me and Eric were made by the blood of hate.

John Castellenas/Coyote

Dark days of Texas- Tammy’s understanding

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

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                      Dark days of Texas-Tammy’s understanding

Tammy held silence for one hour and she went to Shirley. She asked her. Do you believe Dirty Deed Eric killed my lover and hung her. Shirley look serious and she thought for a few minute. She answered. No. Not his style. He killed hateful and racism men in a New York second.  He loved the woman. His mother Little Wolf taught him the bow and arrow and to respect women. Did you see him kill her?  Tammy looked sad and she answered no. I knew something wasn’t right. My lover was below the hanging rope and she had some herbal medicine and some water. Someone tried to help her. Last person seen by the house was Dirty Deed Eric and Moonshine Eddie. I was told. They murdered three cowboys in the city for unknown reasons. The Gleason brothers. They hated us. The said we were sinner and the devils. Tammy begin to cry and Shirley wrapped her arms around her. Shirley cries with her.

Old man John could never sleep. Always too much on his mind. He knew in the early morning. His final trip as a Texas Ranger would start. He had tracked Dirty Deed Eric once and he found him. He couldn’t kill him with a knife or a gun. He believe Eric didn’t want to kill him. If he did. He would be dirt and sand now. He marked his face and cut his chest open knowing. He would bleed only. He had another bad dream. Damn civil war haunting him nightly.  He looked to the wall and pray for his friend Colonel Will. He was killed early in the war. Will was his mentor in the Texas rangers. Will asked him in 1862. Texas Rangers releasing the good men to fight for the North. The Union Army made him a captain and he was in the hit and run division for four years. He tried to drink a lot of whiskey to erase the memory of killing kids. The whiskey rarely worked. He was thankful he had the opportunity to find Jalan and Dominic. His unit saved 100 black soldiers. Eighty went north. He told them. Go to Michigan, Ohio and Wisconsin.  Free territory for strong men. Stand tall and only accept respect.  Jalan and Dominic went back to Texas with him.  The Texas Rangers took Jalan because of his demands or he would quit. Dominic was wounded three times  and killed more men than we could count. His face was ugly with hate when Old Josh(The commander) asked him at the Texas Ranger interview. You know you must be fair. Southern men or not. We don’t murder. The war is over. John didn’t see Dominic till the final meeting in Western Texas hills two years back. He knew he joined Dirty Deed Eric after he killed three ex-southern soldiers in a tavern in Austin. They wanted to hang him and he made the Austin press front page. This was a mistake. Two days after the fast trial. Eric and Eddie killed the sheriff and three deputies. Dominic joined them and he been quiet lately but he was filled with hate and wasn’t seeking forgiveness. He remembered their last real words. Dominic told him. I like you Northern people. You fought and died for me and my race. I owe you my life Major Handsome Johnnie. Please don’t come for me. I was born poor, mean and in hell. I will go there without a struggle one day my old friend into hell’s gate. I don’t want to kill you.

John remembered his home in Michigan. His father a Irish man who escaped New York city hate and lived a good life in deep Michigan. He missed Michigan and he told Sherry. If I live. Me and you. We will go deep into Michigan and begin our life. Sherry agreed and she prayed they would survive the dark days a coming. He remembered his father anger when he left for Texas. His father words were true. You won’t learn nothing in Texas except blood and regret.

He remembered when he met William “Big Foot'” Hamilton in 1828, he was nineteen years old. William was recruiting for the Texas Rangers and he applied.  He remembered how honored he was to meet the hero and the great man. He asked him 10 questions about his life and work. The last question was the important one. Can you fight and can you defend yourself? He answered. I can fight and I can shoot a rifle with great skill, hit a gold piece with a pistol at 50 yards and I learn the long blade at seven in Michigan. William laughed at the words and he told him. You ain’t Texas born but you are Texas rebirth. Remember my new Texas Ranger. We kill, when we must. We protect the innocents people and we don’t choose sides. We are law-men. Not killers.

He was awoke from his thoughts and the daydream by Sherry. She asked him. Having the bad dreams again my love. He turned to her. He kissed her and he whispered to her. Just thinking about who I’m and who I will be. Sherry brought her nude body closer and she wrapped her long legs tightly around him and she whispered. We will survive the bad coming days and you and I. We will go to Michigan. Buy some land away from the city and near the lakes. We will hunt and fish till we are tired of living. Remember Johnnie. Only the good die young. Me and you are old and cold. We need some place to forget the past and learn to be civil again.

John Castellenas/Coyote

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